In Search for the Light of Day

Stranded in a corner
And run up a tree
There's no secure place
For the likes of me

Searching the concrete highways
The Asphalt Jungles of Whim
All i find is most disturbing
Something scary and totally grim

Feels like i am on a witch hunt
Like i need to bathe off this curse
I am pushed again into a corner
While attempting to complete this verse

Got to wash the dirt fom the city off
Before i become totally undone
Upset and bleeding within
I so need the light from the sun

poem by Theodora Onken
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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