Dream in Ways

Great poem on Pedestal.

Pedestal

I dream in ways
my mouth cannot articulate
in ways my hands refuse to write
I am a prisoner inside
and there are bars
the world will never break
because they are made from fear
of death and losing all that
I have hid inside them
for so long.

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  1. Static

    As if chains
    Could bind
    The rage inside
    Or hide
    The fear in your eyes
    I speak soft words
    That reek
    Of frustration
    Leaving a taste
    On the tongue
    One can’t quite place
    Let’s face it
    Chained or unrestrained
    This simple fact remains
    Everything would stay
    The same
    If nothing changed

    Zig’20’

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