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Shackles in North

A slave by another name,
And yet a slave I still am.
You whip me with words, love.
Your wish is my command.

You say you're a bird by south,
Swaying by the breeze and free.
But still in shackles to air, lark,
Held by the wind to be.

Hence i am the collared dog,
There by your faithful side.
I cannot be love-free, dear,
for my love is too strong to hide.

Author notes

I don't care about the points.
I just really want my poetry to get out there and be appreciated.

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  • Swan song gold member
    July 15

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    This is a well rhymed poem with a very good flow. I would suggest capitalizing the I I feel that looks better. Thank you for entering and this is a really good poem good luck