Circumstantial life

A poem about unfair living.

First breath taken in a world so cold. 

Frozen lungs you'll bear until you escape.

Freezing, chilling, creeping to your heart. 

Clawing and fighting from the very start.

Living, forced in a place not chosen.

Succumbing to the futilization of hope.

Wanting to dream farther than reality.

Flying further, achieving no normality.

Everyday, watching, as that dream is crushed.

How does a bird fly with clipped wings? 

The End

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