Thursday 3 September 2015

I don't know why I am feeling so

I don’t know why I am feeling so
Like a lost puppy in a market full of people
Squealing and running in-between huge legs
Trying to find its master’s scent

I don’t know why I am feeling so
Like a lonely bird caught in a hunter’s net
Cawing and squawking endlessly
Trying its best to fly away

I don’t know why I am feeling so
Like a captive prisoner in a pitch black room
I don’t know why I am feeling so
Like a tiny fish taken out of sea

I don’t know why I am feeling so
Like the walls are closing on me
Like there is no escape route
Like my world is about to end.

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