Ball and chain of rigid mercury,
how you unknowingly torment your prisoner
with the shackles of sloth
and chains of apathy.
To remove your teeth from the ankle
is a lethal ordeal;
alas, you poison the mind
as the metal entangles.
Do we remove the foot
for a gamble at being able to run?
Or continue to drag you along,
axe hovering, awaiting the cut?
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Sitting Here Thinking (2020-2022)
PoesíaPoetry of varying subjects and construction, the second of three. Written while sitting anywhere, lost in thought about everything and anything. Accolades: #1 Thought Provoking 2/26/2020 #1 Self-Reflection 3/22/2020 #1 Creative Writing 7/24/2020 #3...
