ShacklesA Poem by John B. Bolling 02/24/10 Drift into the water Slipping Under Shackled Iron My hands Branded Shackles firm as stone Slip into the darkness Drifting Away Shackled Iron My limbs Heavy Shackles bring me home Shackles, shackles Chime and rattle Whisper and hum Mystery come Shackles, shackles End this battle Lessen the drag Raise the white flag Shackles, shackles Molded from stone Shackles, shackles Direct me home The shackles that bind us can set us free The shackles that bind us can set us free © 2010 John B. Bolling |
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Added on April 15, 2010 Last Updated on April 15, 2010 Author
John B. BollingLong Island, NYAboutForever walking the fine line between self-preservation and self-destruction. more..Writing
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