Emptional Bondage
Most days writing filler,
the Muse to appease
The words poorly chosen,
no ace up my sleeve
Each phrase a fulfillment,
old promises made
With feelings in Limbo
—my pen to enslave
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)
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