/lit/ - Literature

Slam! A door moves swiftly shut.
My feet clap upon the
Stairs. My mind still asleep
A silver teardrop grows,
A silver teardrop falls.
Poor baby, woken from a
Dream.

I had a dream too, you know?
Twas more of an illusion.

I lived in a place of self
Determination. I was
Free, A man with no master,
Or mistress to mistrust me.
No one to whip or chain me.
No person to restrain me.

Ah yes mirage! Ignis
Fatuus.

One year maybe...
One year to go...
Though I know it's all in vain
Now. I wake up to my life,
To now find my freedom feigned.

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