This well of patience has run dry <br />Hate and anger used it all up <br /> <br />This house filled with oppression and double standards <br />I'll fold up into a paper crane and fly away <br /> <br />Free from pain and the lassitude <br />Leaving the few good souls <br /> <br />Now floating away along the winds of change <br />A new place to smile and laugh <br /> <br />Let those I've left forget me <br />I'll be there discarded memory<br /><br />Shane D. Nelson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/broken-fetters/
