Aaron Tate

Rookie (02-04-1993 / Elryia, Ohio)

Shackles - Poem by Aaron Tate

The obstacles I toil,
Makes my water boil,
Always fighting with no one else,
But always fighting with myself,
I am always contemplating,
This kind of thing is miserating,
Can I say I can be pleased,
With hope and fear not in the least,
Shackles are what hold me back,
Shackles are what leave me here,
These shackles are the ultimate weakness,
As for they keep me still and
stuck in one place,
Their rust has get to come,
As does my escape,
But shackles will outlast me,
Anyways.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 12, 2008

Poem Edited: Sunday, October 12, 2008


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