Help In The Frey
It is my lot within this space to dwell
Shackled here within a rotting shell
Temporarily held within this prison cell
My heart and soul loath this earthly jail
But a pardon has been granted me
And one day, I will finally see
That I am now completely free
No longer under lock and key
So on those days that I’m really sad
When my thoughts try to drive me mad
And the torture of pressure is really bad
To seek relief in the latest fad
I remind myself that it’s a daily grind
And try my best not to lose my mind
But look everywhere for hope to find
That one day soon I’ll leave Hell behind
But for now in this earthly bunk I lay
Mustering the courage to face the day
And hoping to help others on their way
Now once again, Once more into the Frey
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Author:
MDStone (
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Comments2
It's good to read your realistic vision of this hell you are going through. Yes there will come a time when you realise you have walked free, though hopefully a wisdom will remain with you.
Time will do its healing thing.
Really refreshing to see this aspect of our lives written in a positive way and from a novel viewpoint.
Good write, being positive in a bad situation can bring you into a better way and will do soon.
Andy
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