i have no restraints
i am not bound to this place
so why am i holding myself captive?
i could break out of these chains
and i could leave everyone in the dust.
i could pack my things and buy a ticket
and i could go all the way across the world
and never turn back.
i've been stuck here for so long
and i've been stuck with
this unquenchable wanderlust
and yet, i have plans to stay.
i want to break away from this place
i want to break away from these familiar faces
i want to be free.
i am not bound to this place.
if i wanted to, i could leave without a trace.
but i'm not that brave.
i've put these chains on myself.
i suppose only time will tell if i ever find a way
to break free of them.
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recycled poetry
Poesía❝i wish i was writing something special, but these words have been used before and there's no originality to it at all. i'm just reusing phrases until they're worn out, like musty library books or hand-me-down clothes.❞ from ❛hand-me-down poetry❜ i...
