Handcuffs With the Keys
Shackled by the past
But I am the one
The one who holds the keys
Will I ever escape
All of the tragic memories
Will I break free
Of what here that is holding me
I know the answer
To the questions that I seek
Are hidden in my soul
Just waiting for a chance to speak
I bide my time
Just drudging through my days
As this mind of mine
Searches all the ways
There is no one here to blame
As I make my way through this maze
In my minds eye
I can see
I have been given
The handcuffs with the keys
The End
By Greg P
Copyright © Gregory Procopio | Year Posted 2011
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