Freedom to escape

Idiotic, that is the word,

My life is nothing, not even heard,

To be or not to be,

When there is no fee.


Words on paper,

They can make a crater,

A way to let go,

Where we can grow.


Sentences in rhythms,

An escape from this prism,

Ive learned to give hope,

And help them, not mope.


A bird in a cage,

Broken wing from rampage,

Healed with the whisper,

Not ever a quitter.

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