Iron bars
an endless cage
hides a soul away.
In confines
it moans and cries
led horribly astray.
Its chains were bound
it can't leave now
the key was tossed aside.
In the dark
a stillbeat heart
imprisoned by the lie.
- Author: Jack Cohen (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: July 15th, 2021 07:53
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
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in one of my write's, I think I wrote
'dear self, forgive me
for falling in love with each syllable
of those lies: just, so-as to survive'
(or something similar),
and I can't help but recognise that same theme
or message in your write as well;
it's so true how we like to twist ourselves
into knots, just by layering our lies
one on top of the other, fearing
if we admit to ourselves, our capacity
to distort our own reality, we won't
have anywhere to hide
and blame
and hate
then, what would we do
with all that repressed, festering resentment...
'In confines
it moans and cries
led horribly astray.'
'In the dark
a stillbeat heart
imprisoned by the lie.'
(a wonderful read, dear poet
with an important message,
thanks for choosing to share)
Thanks for the incite, I appreciate it!
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