Agitated Bondage
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Agitation filling me, rising closer to fear of the unknown,
tasting the tang of bitterness in every remark given out of
retribution.
Solidly keeping me in chains, putting up barriers, trying
to stay hidden to protect myself and failing miserably as
I keep trying to run away.
Being stoic, standing erect, not moving, allowing me
no repercussions of energy, unable to turn away and
release myself from this bondage.
(11: 21 a.m. - 1/21/11)
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