the ties that bind me to this place
grow weaker by the day
the walls I’ve built around myself
have hidden me away
and I’ll be gone before the light
can reach into my heart
for though I see you standing there
we always stand apart
don’t grieve for me when I am gone
I am not worth your tears
nothing I have said or done
has mattered all these years
and if you think of me at times
remember this of me
I never sought to cling to life
but only to be free

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  1. Although there is a sadness in this poem, it sounds good to me, sunovawot.
    And, that’s why I hang out here. Thanks for writing.

    • Thank you 🙂 Though the poem may be sad, I don’t think the protagonist is, really, more worn out.

  2. damommza

     /  June 16, 2014

    Oh Crud!! That made me cry…which means it’s very good… and he is definitely worn out…

  3. I’ve always hated ties!

    They hurt my neck!



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