Ol' Ball and Chain
A Poem
Some call it a prison sentence, some call it worse.
I call it marriage.
Marriage can be rewarding, nothing is perfection.
Indeed when you are a looking from the inside.
Like a window you can't have your own reflection.
Nothing is perfect, nothing is peaceful.
You can't have your own mind.
You can't speak ill of anyone.
You can't share your thoughts.
You can't call others out.
Nothing is perfect, but others call marriage a prison.
I can't see it.
He doesn't like questions, he doesn't like when I don't follow his rules.
He doesn't like when I speak ill of someone else.
How can I say this my ball and chain becomes tighter and tighter.
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Louise Blake-Michael (Risen Phoenix)
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nice piece :)
hugs, nice poem