Sore Chain
Cramping
Chained to the source
A demolition ball raw
Turning blue with bruise
As pressure mounts
Threatening to burst
Gurgling
Hard to move
Wanting to writhe
As the opportunity
Rests now sore
And sorely missed
Released now
In a torrent
Of timid
Suppressed
And pent up
Thoughts
great poetry
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