Bound
No cuffs at my wrists
No ropes tie me down
No leather
No metal
No bindings
And yet I am bound
Not by chains
But by choices
Past and future
Why can’t life have a
Safety word?
I don't know. I saw a picture someone put up of someone bound in chains and whatnot and I thought, life feels that way, sometimes, even without the leather and the handcuffs.
No cuffs at my wrists
No ropes tie me down
No leather
No metal
No bindings
And yet I am bound
Not by chains
But by choices
Past and future
Why can’t life have a
Safety word?
I don't know. I saw a picture someone put up of someone bound in chains and whatnot and I thought, life feels that way, sometimes, even without the leather and the handcuffs.
Category Poetry / All
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