Bonds

 
Something holds me locked in pain,
this prison of my making
which strangles all I hope to be
and cruel defines my fate.
What blow will break the bonds
which hold me in this way,
or must I simply smile and fold
my anger to my breast to know
that bonds are made by me
and fall at my request.
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About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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