Shackles

What else can a man do,
When he knows not who,
Tied him to a pole,
What a strange Deja vu.

I've yet to see out the hole,
But it's still my goal.
A strange familiar feeling,
When my heart was stole.

Once Again I'm left reeling,
Opun the ground kneeling.
But this time I knew,
There was no healing.

Those who held the key were few,
But my side was not stuck to.

But the suffering as a whole,
Always gave full control.

There was never any dealing,
Because of being unappealing.

Pulling and begging to keep up,

But that was the very setup.

Into skin the tightened ropes,

Took away all of the hopes