The confined mind has no vision. <br />The eyes on the face... <br />Scraping the surface... <br />Forgot their rooted veins <br /> <br />The confined mind is bitter. <br />The fist punches <br />And never protests <br />It hates <br />And never protects <br /> <br />The confined mind is arrogant. <br />Crowded with small ideas... <br />No room left for wider thoughts <br /> <br />The confined mind <br />Eats itself <br />Swallowing the key. <br /> <br /> <br />7/2/12<br /><br />Erica Borges<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/limitations-18/
