I'm tied to nothing.
Free in fact.
Only thing left of the past is a broken leash,
That hangs from a collar I can not remove.
I can find myself in a light that is fresh.
And yet the leash drags.
I was meant to be free, how could I let you collar me?
And still my feet stumble over this leash.
The more I tear at it, the more it strengthens.
The more I'm caught up in the garbage you've left me.
I was never meant to be collared.
How could I let this happen?
How could this still be apart of me?
I'm suppose to be free.
YOU ARE READING
Color Me Gray
PoetryIt's about my life in a way. A lot of my poetry stems from things I go though. And Unfortunately I only update when something makes me generally upset or overjoyed. I'm happy with whatever feed back.
