Broken Chain
Tired of living up to a standard of malice.
Passed down through genetics like a gold encrusted chalice.
Fed up with the undeserved smile.
By the enemy, of the enemy, of the friend you haven't seen in a while.
No longer provoked by the inept lover;
To try too hard for something that is felt no longer.
I'm to pave a path worth venturing.
Not a broken road that just causes injury.
Copyright © Shannon Beale | Year Posted 2014
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