Poem twenty three http://napowrimo.com
Constrained and bound,
Beholden,
Held at ransom.
Every decision governed,
Free will removed,
Choices stolen.
It’s ‘for the best’
‘The only way’
‘My best chance’
I’m suffocating,
Suffering,
Rejecting the truth.
And in time I breathe,
The air is clear,
The chains unwind.
Blue and New 