These words were trapped
Inside me
As thoughts
Ideas with plea
Until they snapped
Rubber bands
Or chains breaking loose,
Wanted, misunderstood
Running
From their confines
Free from the insane designs
Of my mind
Rubber bands all the same
Snapping back
To another cage
Stuffed and stifled
On a stage
Puppets displayed
Arranged and portrayed
Reused and reborn
Utterly torn, forlorn
Stuck waiting
To be read
Again, again
Someday they'll grow tired
Someday they'll be dead
YOU ARE READING
The Aden Grey Poetry Contest
PuisiSo Aden, for those who didn't know him, loved poetry. He was the one to get me into it. The first poem I ever wrote was for him, about him. This is something I meant to do a while ago but I kept avoiding painful memories. This is a poetry contest of...
