Shackels and A Cage
Cracks in something once broken
Pencil marks not fully erased
Shadows of what was
Dim the light of now
Trapped in white rooms
Black lines paint pictures
Greys of nothing
Penetrate brilliant colors
Those addicted
Uncontrolled desire
Hinder
Yet release
You trade dull shackles
For shining gold ones
Switch bland prisons
For a guilded cage
Is there a difference?
poem by Autumn Winds
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