Poem 12 Poem by Vicente Dominguez

Shackled, and to these arms I am bound
To the crowded steel cage where all can be found

Strung tight to beauty, who've I've known to be cruel
Pass moments to days announcing me fool

For that no line bends as I go on my walk
Idle mistakes confirm the locks

Though onward I go in search for the key
Knowing full well, where it would be

And upon my release, if it were to come
I pray that I've learned, from all I have done