Under Chains

by Lauren Crandall   Sep 19, 2013

It's not my place.
I can't help but fume.
Desire to give you just a little taste.
Remove the word father-
You're nothing of the sort.

Deja vu.
Mine and you.
It's not my place.
But I would give anything
To burn the flesh upon your face,
To make you feel like the disgrace
That you call him.

Standards set so high.
To make up for a lack of self worth-
You make him worthless in your eyes.

Soul full of fire and beautiful life
You try so hard to extinguish.
Bright mind and spirit
Under chains
Control you can't relinquish.


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