Am I a canary? To be trapped, in this foul cavern
Thunderous warbling, a death note;
Pitched in fever, my very breath a warning

Were I to be a hero, before this deafened mourning?
Unto my god, in bondage, fawning
Unto myself, in fallen grace

And wherefore born to such a place?
Bereft of thought, and effort hopeless…



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Kind Regards

Kind Regards

Writer of poems, reader of anything but particularly philosophy and computer science. Warwick uni graduate, Kind Regards