There Is Only One Me
This tugging and pulling
must cease
I can’t meet the needs
of all beasts
nor chase after dreams
amid all of these screams
so please let me be
as I’m tethered
and bound
to this unfertile ground
and cannot escape
that black shaded sound
a shriveling, goose bump decree
of intent to take all that is me
to lay it all waste
just for a taste
of the bullions of gold
in their husks deeply rolled
so I battle
and bid them withdraw
right up to the end
my last straw
©8/19/2018
for Viv Wigley – Pick a Theme Poetry Contest
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