Society thrusts their chains onto the unspoilt

You are on a tight rope, do you get it? I really don’t think you do, Each cautiously placed step could be your last You better hope that rope sticks like glue. The choice was yours, at sixteen, Youth pulsing through your blood you were asked to choose, Body not finished growing mind still caged…

A woman can be everything

She wants to be happy. This dull grey world feels so bleak, Breaking these barriers into a new realm She is ready to climb from peak to peak. She wants to be happy. Live a life free of pain, Each day a new adventure With monsters to be slain. She wants to be happy. Who…

A puppeteer’s beat

Sway, sway, plod along, Following the crowds Your mind all but gone. Push, push, further away, Sanity leaving Thoughts astray. Hush, hush, a rhymic beat, Of the puppeteer’s strings As they sit high on their seats. via Daily Prompt: Rhythmic