This was the second poem I submitted for Round 9 - but I had written it over a decade earlier when I was taking a creative writing class in college.  For this one I was playing with rhyming schemes - instead of rhyming the last words of each line, I decided to rhyme the last word with the first word of the next line.  It turned out to be a fun exercise in different ways to write poetry!

Restrained
by Rusty Keele

I am so tired of rules.
Tools made by a king
Bring heavy control upon us.
Thus we are bound
Around by imaginary cords.
Boards keep us out of places -
Spaces we want to be in,
Then we could rule our own life
Strife rules it now.
How I wish there were no rules.

This poem copyright © 1994 Rusty Keele.  All rights reserved.