Chains
little mazes of prison,
a plastic bag dragged by wind,
the holes in that bag are my equal.
perished in circumstances,
pulled into oblivion rescued
by it's Henchmen layered in chains.
Copyright © Frank Penicaro | Year Posted 2011
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