Help In The Frey Poem, by MDStone, at My poetic side

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

dusk arising November 29th, 2021 08:49
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.
Goldfinch60 November 30th, 2021 01:45
Good write, being positive in a bad situation can bring you into a better way and will do soon.

Andy

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