
Shakled
Simply speaking shackled are the voices of those who dream of freedom
If there were an iota of blame to place it would be in insolence inciting
Lies!! Inviting in hatred and bigotry simply to question
Existence, ostensibly portrayed as burden, leaving too many hurting.
New dissatisfaction lurking just beyond the
Corner— now we feel trapped in a contraption not of our own design craving
Exit— eventually the words will come, but until then a welcome 😶
About the Creator
Dan-O Vizzini
Has anyone else just been making it up as they go along? Have you gotten so far from where you started that finding your way back seems impossible?
Well— reach.
Power when exercised properly is a beautiful thing.


Comments (1)
Very interesting poem. Nicely written.