As I hid in the bars of fate,

little voices tattled behind me.

Withering words ignited hate,

hence, freedom was a plea.


But when I wallowed in the grandeur of tales,

and succumbed in the glory of poetries,

those displeasures, frights, and gales

suddenly disappeared like reveries.


I then escaped from the realm of uncertainty,

which led me to the depths of fantasy.

There I found solace and serenity,

but it also took away my sanity.


Only a fool can fathom how I think.

Translate the odds before you blink.

 

© Lebana

 

 

 

 

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