Unfettered

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.

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2 comments

  • Ooo, I love the whole feel of this piece, but I love your use of the word rancour. :-)

    • Thanks! I love to play with words and preciseness. I look at poetry as an opportunity to say volumes within a limited space.

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