Poem: Confined from the sun ☀  by Isaac Etor 

Confined from the sun
Confined from the sun

with the sun chained to a dark room 

and the moon lurking with half an eye

the only smell I perceive is that of blood been shed
while the resounding voice of our brothers and sisters

confined to terror

keeps echoing in my ears

tormenting my sleep
while you rest with a grin on your face

I am left with a cry for help

to free me from this coven of woes

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