Jonathan grant McElroy- Scrambled Ink
poetry
Tuesday, May 26, 2015
Open up
i open up
Slammed in my face
Doors shut
Emotions laid down
With this pen wears a frown
Tired of sitting
I stand up
Pulled out of these worn ruts
I can now breathe
For a blossoming tree
I'm set free
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