Vanity Poem by Words and mists

Vanity



In chains i stand with the weight of my existence: my thoughts.
Some as light as the wind that blows carefree,
some heavier than gold; my chains padding.
To renovate my house and set what can be set free free,
my goal in vain.

Friday, June 14, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: chains,house,wind
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