Behind The World's BarsA Poem by SashaA Poem based on the restrictions a person with a few differences faces due to society.I feel like a prisoner, Stuck inside a jail. Just rotting away. Awaiting bail. I can’t get out because of the way, society will look at me. Even though I’m past caring in what they see. I’m stuck here because of the people I’m associated with. Will suffer if I’m free. And will go through a lot of s**t. I’m going to die around these blunt black walls. Suck forever within. Still Behind These Bars. Suffering because of some unknown sin. Life is my prison. The world my jail. Death may be my freedom. Since there is no help to which I can avail. © 2010 SashaAuthor's Note
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7 Reviews Added on January 6, 2010 Last Updated on January 6, 2010 AuthorSashaGurgaon, Agnostic, IndiaAboutWe just go on and on. living, dying and living again. Its what we do in those few blips of our existence in this universe that matters. Gandhi said, everything we do in our life will be insignificant.. more..Writing
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