Your self-imposed silence will cry
Imprisonment in itself
Breaking the barriers of this lie
More lows today than one sought after high
Outweigh the bank’s wealth
And we don’t share the pie
Nobody will ask us why
You’ll continue in your stealth
To not let this moment die
But look into my eyes
I can’t fake good health
Yet another day will pass us by
Where I won’t know for my
Freedom trapped upon your shelf
Further inhibiting you and I
The limit is not the sky
Only that which you give yourself
Thinking us you can want to buy
Will clip my wings so I can’t fly
01.18.10
Misery's Company
Posted by Poetry Echoes at 2:36 PM 0 comments
Labels: happiness, health, Villanelle
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