Broken




The flowers were always plastic,
but you kept watering them,
forcing them to be real.


Locks and chains
are no truth, no free will.
They leave only
a silent prisoner.


But the water that was not needed
finally poured over.



And that is why I broke free.




















Poetry by kladdpapper
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Written on 2007-02-28 at 17:56

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Eli The PoetBay support member heart!
My you are a discovery; there is some great writing locked away in the archives. I hope you are still being creative with words and sharing them, even if not at the bay.
2009-07-28


betsy Firefly
This is a powerful piece of writing. I really liked it!

We must always remember that each of us is born with a free will to choose good or evil.
2007-03-06


Kathy Lockhart
pure excellence! Your talent shines in this very poignant poem.
2007-03-01


Zachary P. B.
breaking away from the molds society gives us is necessary to be able to find who we are...

wonderful write, sara.
2007-03-01


Zoya Zaidi
This is very cleverly concieved and expressed!
Love it!
((Hugs for sharing)))
Love,Zoya
2007-02-28