June 17, 2019Poem

Tethered

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Tethered

Held by a rope

Tied to an ankle

Sentenced to walk in circles

A beast

Burdened with the knowledge

Of no escape

Yoked onto a heavy plough

Brow furrowed with pain

Lost in servitude

Felled like ripe corn

Dried husks burning

In a field of dreams

Nothing changes but the image

Helplessness

Is an eternal presence

There is no love without loss

Mercy me

Sweet are the children

Who sing of rainbows

When there is only

Darkness waiting behind them

Nothing is seen

Without being hidden

There is no heroism

Only sacrifice

No beauty without love

No freedom from the ties

That bind to consequence

Random chance or circumstance

Only the knowledge

Of possibility

The prospect of continuity

And the intrusion

Of conclusion.