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Poem: Chained to Myself
To Nature's old self I cling,
although I should be a new creation
and enjoy the blessings that it brings.
I'm bound as a passive prisoner
wholly contained within my soul,
while personal chains constrict even tighter.
Jacob Marley would have been proud,
as I've forged my own binding links
that strangle the life force, which is continually cast down.
The freedom that I crave
won't be...
Thursday 22nd May 2014 6:55 pm
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