Broken are the ties that hold me yet I remain
An old dog too long chained
Now freed I stay tethered by links of the past
Beaten, left exposed to weather
Now under memories blows I cower
The rain of disapproval and ice of rejection
Chill aging bones
Lying in my pen of isolation
I await the master to open the door
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This filled me with sadness sir sorenbarrett and then when I read it again and it came across completely different .. it gets the 👍's up from me . Neville
That's a keeper for sure, sorenbarrett.
Thank you so much Jerry for your encouragement it is deeply appreciated
This is sad and tragic...so beautifully written with a lovely metaphor.
Thank you NinjaGirl I deeply appreciate you read and words of support.
Of course!
Soren, this hit me hard. The image of an old dog chained too long…now free, yet still bound inside…it’s devastating. The weight of memory here doesn’t just linger, it gnaws. Very well done and a fave. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you Tristan for you review and understanding of this piece it is appreciated
Oh my, your imagery is really haunting and I have such a visual so sad when we are tied by invisible chains and we just have no idea how to break them. such powerful metaphor and I hope the only doors to ever open are those in which bring you light. 🌹
Thank you so much my friend It could be another master with a stick or maybe one with a gun to put me out of my misery or then again maybe a kind one to let me in.
Yes I get it, but I wouldn't ever want to say goodbye my darling poet, I guess that makes me selfish 🌹
The wind often changes directions.
Yes but it always blows. Thank you for the read and comment it is appreciated.
Certainly has you thinking. Is anyone really free.
Good Write.
Thank you so much for the read and thoughts. Freedom is a human illusion, another word like justice that does not exist except in the mind.
Heart-wrenching especially as I can relate to the feeling of being stuck in a troubled mindset borne of past sorrows; that although gone externally, still remain just as real to me in my head. Thank you for the write.
Thank you so much for your kind and most supportive words they mean a great deal
it is so sad when either a dog, or sometimes even a human feels this pain and rejection
well portrayed
A lot said in a short nine-line poem. Feels like a one-dimensional crawl to the edge of the Menagerie’s gate—emotion flattened when rupture begged for imagination. Nicely done.
Very moving words soren, that chain can always be there even if it is not.
Andy
A powerful write, Soren, with some hard-hitting imagery. Fine words.
Thank you Tom for the read and words of support they are most appreciated
When one door closes another one opens up. Nice write.
Thanks so much for the read and comment it is appreciated
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