Bondage.

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  1. Huw

    Huw Well-Known Member

    I was sentenced to many years of futility

    My tribulation having been perfected by anguish

    resulting in fear, hatred, despair and the cold breath

    of the shadow named death pursued me constantly.

    Solitary and confinement

    darkness and gloom

    pretending to be free

    while burdened by my chains of liberty.

    Despair masked by a facade of normality

    that people like to wear

    with nagging doubts

    worn as trinkets of the mind.

    An animated death impersonating life

    void of lasting peace and liberty

    The avid pretence of normality

    fed by the father of lies

    the flaunting of the fiction

    going along with the flow.

    The slavery

    the drudgery

    the weight of a burden

    unable to confess

    that all was wrong

    that all was fake

    and the biggest fake was me.

    Unable to unwilling too

    refusing to confide within myself of my condition.

    Others joining the great pretence

    seemingly afraid for themselves

    that the admission of my sad state

    would open the doors of some great nightmare

    from which mankind could neither wake nor escape

    and so there could be no respite offered by my fellow inmates

    my family, my friends, my neighbours.....the common earthly herd.

    © 2015 Huw
     
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  2. ThePhantomLady

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    Very dark, I got chills!
     
  3. Huw

    Huw Well-Known Member

    It was a very dark and chilling time of my life TPL. I'm somewhat pleased that you are able to empathise.
     
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