Untrammelled - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

i try to evade the shore
i want to fly away and never stop flying
but i end up
upon a branch, gazing on the valleys
and the plains and the houses grouping like frogs
the wind is singing
i end up listening

i try to evade the things that i like doing
those that spoil my bread and butter days
the way i try to hone my claws
and sharpen my beak
but i always end up doing what i do not like doing

how can i end this obsession-compulsion thing?
how often have i asked that question and i always end up with a wrong answer

enough of these, bickering inside me, this internal debate
that has leashed me

unleash the binds, i eat that stone, choke myself
and then i fly

a wind in the air,
crossing the spheres
unto that untrammeled horizon

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 19, 2012

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 19, 2012

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