Kate's Poetry
stuck behind a life of darkness
with only a window to see.
no one out there to save me;
no one to care.
someday I wish to break free
of this dark depression,
but my worry says that day
will never come.
one small window to see
the world above
the world of light.
often I dream of far off places
just to get away from it all
and I wonder WHY?
I guess it's because my world is so ugly
and you can't hide in a bottle,
just think and drift
and maybe I can get away from it all.
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