In Thrall
I'm kept here, chained to myself
The flow of the now, reduced to the was of back then
To that moment, tired an relived
Ever without an ending
Never losing that sting
I know I'm a prisoner of myself
Had the keys all along
But I'd rather feel what I feel
Than not to feel at all
Copyright © Jim David | Year Posted 2013
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