Anon I Poem by Heatseeker FORTY7
Anon I
The full moon mocks my emptiness
In the night in my loneliness
I chose my path, one without the bend
Now i'm in front of a dead end.
When life becomes a man
It lives with tied hands
Chained to the flesh, to reality
Limited, belittled, is my reality
Bound in body with the will to be
Unbound, unwound, to be set free...
Monday, February 22, 2010
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