enslavement or the state of

enslavement or the state of as one begs but not obviously
begging that would be sad this is sadder
enslavement is the state of you not being able to choose
when it is ripe to be chosen one falls looks
the other way keeps looking how long the seasons will change as they always do only
your participation will be less looked forward to
choose with your vitals soaring so that you get a pass to participate.

This entry was posted in Poetry.

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