The
repression began to beguile my thoughts
Self-assertion
fell tumultuously from my grasp
While
unspoken rules intervene with my now crying passions
Broken
sentences and blank spaces fill lines that struggle to receive attention
Daring words
wind through my thoughts and long to be heard
As the
inability to dream shattered my visage
My work now
insignificant
For a poet
without free will is nothing.
by Helena
Rizzuto
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