trapped the sticky web of expectation,
i dream of friendly kinship.
rancor fills the void, leaving no resolution.
i weep for the death of possibility,
steadfastly looking to the future unfettered.
Unfettered
Write Am I
- I Write therefore I am
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September 8, 2011 at 10:34 pm
Ooo, I love the whole feel of this piece, but I love your use of the word rancour.
September 9, 2011 at 5:38 am
Thanks! I love to play with words and preciseness. I look at poetry as an opportunity to say volumes within a limited space.