I am a Lamb, bound to slaughter
Bound and gagged, unable to shout.
The knife is sharp, the blade is cold,
I feel my lifeblood slowly ebb.
The voices in my head scream,
No, they howl:
"Why is it you do this to me?"
Though I cannot speak, nor move,
As I am trapped in silent agony.
Words etched deep in my being,
Deeper than I ever have been.
Stacked upon each other,
My feelings lay,
Forever waiting to be expressed.
Ticking bombs inside me,
Never being lit,
Always in dormant state,
I wonder what is it,
that keeps me quiescent.
I am not a Lamb.
I am not whatt I intended to be,
How can one hate its own genesis?
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Author:
Ibrahim Homsi (
Offline) - Published: June 18th, 2023 14:54
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
deep, impactful metaphor
a thought provoking write, thanks for sharing
I'm really grateful for your feedback. It's helpful to know that you found my poem to be thought-provoking and sharing. I'm still learning, but I'm really enjoying the process of writing poems. I'm excited to see what I can create in the future.
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