BondageA Poem by MOONThere it is
again that singular fear That keeps us
from all we hold dear The promises
we tell ourselves the lies Stillborn
dreams that often dies In the cold
ember of disgrace Is the
mirrored shadow of our face All the
mountains that we climb Is not worth
the toss of a dime Huddled in that
circle in that space The echoes
its all a perfect waste The yardstick
was never ours to call It’s the human
bondage, It’s our fall © 2020 MOONReviews
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