(Image by Sveco)
He was moored by this tether
This tether of duty
Infused with responsibility
But he wanted to be set free
He set about the task
With a collection on knives
Some alluring
Others, reassuring
Some beautiful
But still unsuitable
So, try as he might
She wouldn’t allow it
She kept the tether secured
And tight
He then tried a saw
But this was the last straw
She’d endured
To the last degree
With a flourish and a swipe
She brought out her own knife
And severed the tether
Setting him Free
The rope that now trailed
Easy bait for the fish
It coiled into a noose
But she had granted his wish
She had turned him
Loose
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Vivian Zems
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