Alright, something's wrong. . .I've posted some of my stories, yet not any of my poetry. . .I must remedy that. This is a poem I wrote for a book I'm attempting to write:
Wonderings of a Prisoner
Is the air warm, or is it cold,
Am I young, or am I old?
Am I alive, or am I dead,
Is there hope, or is it just said?
Have I been chosen,
Or in fear frozen?
What happens if I fail,
What if I prevail?
Am I free, or am I confined,
Will I live, or will the agreement be signed?
Is there hope, or is all lost,
Is it free, or is there a cost?
Is the air warm, or is it cold,
Am I young, or am I old?
~Elizabeth
Nice, Elizabeth! It definitely shows the wandering of an imprisoned mind.
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