Fate has tethered this soul property of mine, <br />links of fear and guilt make up its grasping line, <br />Clutching my bleeding spirit and tearing pieces of weakened flesh. <br />A leech of Life <br />mock of destiny <br />budding strife, <br />caught in your mesh, <br />kith and kin <br />to me are to lose again. <br />Find me, wind me, and I will play and sin. <br />You choose your lover but never over me you hover. <br />Bound to fate who hates me and mine, <br />looks good for you, <br />but not my good sign.<br /><br />S.W. Clark<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bound-16/
