Chains
If I were a bird, I would fly away.
But, alas, I am a prisoner,
a person of no worth, and so must stay.
Bound to these shackles, these tethers of steel.
Confined to a world so cruel, so unreal.
A world of sadness, suffering pain.
Shall I ever be free to soar again?
Yes, if I were a bird, I would certainly fly,
Back to my mothers womb.
To hide and to cry
Brendan.
Poetry by Brendan Finbarr Tully
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Written on 2005-10-29 at 13:35
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