Kelly Saenz


looking at the wind
looking at how free it is
it makes me furious
it makes scream
isn't it awkward how you seem so free but you are really a prisoner inside yourself?
You scream to the top of your lungs 'listen, here i am please listen
but the steel bars still hold you for their prisoner and you have the key but you won't let yourself out

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 15, 2009

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