Is It Poetry
I Am That 'Child' In The Swing - Poem by Is It Poetry
i am that 'child' in the swing,
knowing no better i sing.
i have no pockets,
my words are transparent.
and the world knows my face
like yours is blank,
so i swing.
i pull on the rope and i swing.
the rope it is long and strong.
each thing you have done,
my memory is long.
what you have done, was wrong.
i pull on the rope while i swing.
up at the top,
bound up tight
and your gagged and tethered.
so i pull on the rope and i sing.
i move it up, you move it down.
i pull on the rope just a little bit
harder each time.
i am that 'child' in the swing.
and hanging you down,
i have tied off
i am that 'child' in your swing.
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