pieces of me pt.1A Story by Matome MasipaTrapped andn free
There is prison that cannot be seen;
I am hidden away in this prison. The person , he or she can see, is not the real me I am trapped in here; walking and expressing emotions, but never seem to feel fulfilled and free. Surely there is prison hiding away pieces of me. But I can't seem to find it. It cannot be seen. © 2018 Matome Masipa |
StatsAuthorMatome MasipaPRETORIA, dendron, South AfricaAboutPen name MaddaMoriyah Eliyah, a writer of spiritual awareness of self development of philosophy in writings from poetry novels and theatre. I write with the wave of my life experiences and the voice w.. more..Writing
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