So this is what you wanted, but is it what you imagined?
The weight, the chains, the same daily routine,
in place of forgotten passions and dreams.
Sacrifice and conformity, is this a normal life?
Category: poet
Bare, Poetry by Doug Robbins
Branches bare, bald, as you used to be,
when you were in remission,
You say bare trees are ugly.
Did you enjoy being
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