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Trapped in a box,
Of "know your place",
I find my voice lost,
In that deep ocean of internal struggle.
Of "know your place",
I find my voice lost,
In that deep ocean of internal struggle.
I see the melting wax,
I see the burning wick,
But lost is the light,
In the rays of a bulb.
A light which would shine,
A light which would bring smile,
In dark houses and small alleys,
I see it battling each day,
With hope to win someday.
Powerless,
I stare at the flame with hope,
Praying at the same time,
For it to win someday,
For it to win every day.
©onerandompoet

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