The Broken Chair

Broken Chair

Years ago a troubled boy
Sat upon this chair
At the time, he didn’t know
Just why he was there

And the very walls, it seemed
Made a kind of jail
Sent to this imposing place
Seemingly, to fail

It intimidates no more
In this later year
Broken now the old chair sits
Bent by dint of fear

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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