Shackles The creature lurks beneath the moon In dark recesses of a black lagoon It stays hidden from plain sight To come unshackled late at night. Memories haunt this crazy beast Regret and sorrow are its feast The creature wants to release its cry But it is trapped and can't untie The ropes of the past around its mind Which makes deep peace hard to find With right effort and right speech The key to freedom is within its reach
I like reading comments because it is interesting to see how my words are interpreted and the meaning others give them.
I think that's often what separates poetry from excellent poetry, or visual work from art - their ability to remain open to interpretation.
