Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Driven inward by forces of confusion and inner turmoil.
Held by shackles of tradition and chains of repeated pattern.
To break free, reproductive and addicting freedom.
To stay, peaceful hell.

1 comment:

  1. Note: This is one of my oldest poems, dating back to somewhere near 1986 or 87. It has always been one of my favorites...

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