Thursday, August 18, 2011

Stabled

Feeling like nothing
Is moving forward
At a pace that suites my needs

Can I move as quick
As I want
When I'm held back like a steed

Between my teeth
A leather choke
Pulls my lips closed tight

But the snarl'n my face
S'easily replaced by a smile
For a challenge to come

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