Chains of the woken.

Sometimes I wonder if I am broken,
as I consider thoughts left,
Is it true, the strong suffer in silence?
As they defend themselves from
life’s strategic violence.
Perhaps it is the weak,
that refuse to speak,
Searching always for what they seek.
Sometimes I think that I am broken,
That my spirit lays in chains,
waiting to be woken.

Karen Hayward © 2014.

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Welcome to my blog! Here you will find different forms of creative writing, lots of swearing, erotic poetry, random thoughts, beautiful imagery, but most of all you will find a version of truth. My truth, this is the way that I see the world. However, all of my work is a form of creative writing, a combination of truth and fiction. I write to express my creativity, not my needs!

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