a jungle of dry thorny bushes
branches from one bush, entwine with the other
i have my cloth of silk
caught up in the thorns
the jungle is never ending
my cloth of silk has to pass through
i pull it from one thorn
and it gets caught in the other
moments of freedom are fleeting
sometimes, i pull it too hard
and i tear my cloth of silk
with soft hands, things dont work
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Thursday, March 6, 2008
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