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