Off to my prison I go
the bars are simply words and debts
but they're still there
just like the woe
that binds me like a chain of rust
which grinds my tired bones to dust
and undermines what was a lust
for life beyond compare.
Are You Reading Me?
2 comments:
Sometimes those words and debts can create as much of a prison as any bars. All prisoners seek a way out, and I hope the lust for life will return...
Fear not friend Mary, just a bit of exaggeration, they haven't broken me yet!
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