this land, this area
this fenced in soil
is mine, my property
my territory
if i want i can dig
i can plow
i can sow all day
if i want
but i won't
because i can't
i am being held back
from doing anything
i am lying here
listening to the sound
of my blood rushing
through my veins
it seems to try to find
an exit, out of my body
away from me
flowing toward freedom
to be attracted by the soil
to let itself be absorbed
to take over this land
new territory
"terroritory" © 2013 Rob Knetsch
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Absolute powerful poem, fervently worded. I have enjoyed reading this intriguing poem. A TEN and more for this ardent write.