Is It Poetry
Chained Up Normal
You have seen them there hanging,
On the wheels that slides you,
Up and down,
As you now seem to believe without it.
They see the rise and fall of each nation.
Cry out without shame.
Eventually you must admit it,
That this chain,
That you pull your self up and down with,
Is not normal,
Paradoxical this by now
Most have remained despondent with.
And these psychological chains, that
You wear, seem like xanax is normal
And now how can you bare them..at all?
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