My Unstable Poetry

Unkept Inspiration

Are hearts roam free

That's why we have ribs

Chaining us too take baby steps

Some of us grow and break them

Others do not

You have to clean it

Wiping up your sorrow

With that ragged yellow cloth

Hand outstretched,

Your mind guides you with concluded control

Most unguided

With that concluded control,

The cage will never snap

A ram could go against it and it wouldn't

So bring the god damn storms

Anger yourself one more time,

Them you are gone