Bound by feelings

This one of few poetry pieces inspired by someone I used to care about... More or less a kind of a narrative poetry.

I look before me

I cannot speak or move

Troubled I sit looking upon them

Hatred and anger surround me

 

Feelings I want to avoid engulf me

As if they were chains that bind me

Keep me from reaching my goals

But I hold onto them

 

I hold onto the shackles around my hands

In fear that I may be free

I may do wrong and regret it all

I am bound to hatred by love

 

I want to avoid it

But there is no escape

I am bound by fate

To exist holding onto the anger

Bound by my feelings

The End

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