"Having risen above his environment, he can forget it; or, he can rise above it and never forget it and keep compassion and understanding in his heart for those he has left behind him in the cruel upclimb."
-A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
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Once my chains
Come undone
Once I cut the strings
Ordering me to
"Dance puppet, dance!"
There is no going back
My past will be just that...
The past... forgotten...
I choose to forget
"Every man for himself,"
That's the new trend right?
I'm not selfish
I'm just playing
A little game...
A game called life
It's imperative that I forget
Or I might just lose
This little game.
YOU ARE READING
Unleashed Silence
PoetryI could fill a thousand pages telling you how I feel and you still wouldn't understand. In fact I don't even understand but I fear of drowning in the words left unsaid.
