By Fiza Rasool
Run away freely, all you want
From everything that makes you daunt
Run to places one can’t find
But a thought leaves this freedom behind
What if I am a prisoner of my own mind?
Run away freely, all you want
From everything that makes you daunt
Run to places one can’t find
But a thought leaves this freedom behind
What if I am a prisoner of my own mind?
There’s something hauntingly beautiful about this poem. That last line “What if I am a prisoner of my own mind?” lingers long after reading. Loved this. So powerful.