Agonising Reflections

He held a glass in his hand, it had a green tint that got darker towards the bottom of the glass. In the other hand, he held a pipe to his lips that had some smoldering herb in the bowl. Lowering the pipe, he exhaled a ring of smoke into the air as tears tried

Trapped

Gagged and bound Set adrift, lost and alone To struggle on my own Never to be found   Can’t say a word Can’t protest Can’t follow along with what you say But if I don’t, it’d make a huge mess   Can’t speak Bound and trapped Under your thumb, from me not a squeak As