Why does many a prisoner prefer his chains to freedom? Familiarity, that's all..
Cold facts
I have slept for 18 years
on a pallet of bristly spikes
of chafing camel hair
hands and feet tied
by crippling debts
I woke up this morning
hands free
feet delivered
and
would you believe
freezing more
since for years
my only cover against
the cold winds of life
were the shackles
I wore to bed
Poetry by Teddy Donobauer
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Written on 2010-12-23 at 05:56
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