Severance

Freedom won’t come
til I cut the ties from
a wooden desk
we’re a community
a family, but I know
that you’ve forgotten

The five minutes that
mean you’re still a boy
the burning look that
says you need a toy
the biggest mess
and wrists tied
to a wooden desk

I saw inside, and I know
still. That it wasn’t
my fault
at all

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2 responses to “Severance

  1. Had to read it twice. So good.

  2. Pingback: Quiet – A Saturday Poetry Post | Lyrical Anarchy

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