Chained in the past,
The fetter holds fast,
En slaving us in the now,
Preventing freedom and how?
Our future never seen,
Because our present has never been.
We cannot move forward,
Always looking rear ward,
We blunder through life,
Always crying because of our strife.
Unfettered shackles will set free,
Our ability to grow and be,
To mould our own destiny
And be happy with certainty.
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Silence
PoetryCollection of poems on various topics. Death, murder, stalking, obsession, war, peace, love, woman, life, depression, etc.
