Too many bridges to burn,
These cold, rusted shackles hold me back,
The numerous memories eating at my attempts of freedom.
From the depths of my mind,
I yank,
I pull,
I strive to shatter the chains that refuse to release.
Those dull thoughts overcast the sunshine of the present.
Why don't I deserve to move onward?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent write, funny I can relate to all you say. Thank you so much for sharing.