Day by day I write, streaming letters,
Like tears they fall, endless fetters.
I unchain, one by one, yet they continue,
Restraining, restoring me.
Back to where I dont want to be.
As I write more and more,
Sheafs of paper I dont store,
Yet my mind yearns for more,
Some store I cant see,
Some store I dont know.
YOU ARE READING
Often confusing
PoetrySecond part to a muses musings because wattpad has a story limit. . . I mean an enthralling book of stories
