i shouldn't put feeling
into my words
it leaves me vulnerable
nothing good comes of opening up
it makes heads butt
i should not challenge thought
poetry is a lie of the worst kind
i should hold it all in
become a prisoner of my own mind
before you shackle me to yours
free thinking is my crime
if we don't share kindred thoughts
one of us is obviously wrong
deserving of violation
hence, poetry has raped me
locked up my soul
and thrown away the key
made my dearest friends
wardens over me
made me betray myself
when all i really seek
is to bond with another soul
does that justify the chastisement
brought against me?
cuz sticks and stones may
break my bones
but poetry has thrashed me
beyond any cruel & unusual
torture known to man
i wanna write it down
burst these fetters off me
but ironically i know
that only when i retired my pen
will i truly break free
-dawn m frost