Feeling Nirvana.
We seek for solace, yet find no sanctuary
Asylum, the people call this place;
Deranged animals incapacitated to speak.
Muzzled, their mouths are
Restrained from any form of speech
Stakes driven through their hearts
They march–
Pale, cold, and unbeknownst to emotion.
They dream one day to rid of
These binding chains and fly.
Feel the warmth of the light.
Feeling Nirvana.
By: Pianne Sinfuego
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The name is Pianne.
