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The Rope That Binds Me
21 July, 2002
Author: Pamela O'Brien

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The knots of this lifetime are becoming too frequent,
And I can no longer find ways to loosen their grip,
As I near adulthood I am beginning to see,
That this life is a noose attempting to strangle me.

So what if I rip at them, what happens then?
I am left with nothing but two broken ends,
And as I always do, I'll make amends,
And then try to tie myself up again.

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Comments on this poem/writing:

everett (209.240.198.63) -- Sunday, November 3 2002, 05:31 am

I Like

Hi.
I really like Your poem here, and i can relate to it. Nice piece of writing :)
Pamela (216.18.45.115) -- Sunday, November 3 2002, 06:09 pm

Thanks

Thanks Everett, I liked this one too. I think it is extremely metaphorical but still common enough for everyone to get the gist :o)
 
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