With shackles of contention my hands are bound,

I wrench to unfetter; they dig in deep.

My thoughts meander and rove afar

In mayhem, pleading to be put to sleep.

This conflicting mind, it knows not where

These menacing thoughts will take it to.

Besieged and reducing, slow but sure

Into this infinite quagmire, of endless gloom.

In the cacophony of humanity’s strife,

Assurance was all that I did entreat.

Hitherto when I felt things looking up,

Did the ground reposition beneath my feet?

Resembling a bird, her wings brutally sheared,

Making a last endeavor to fly.

My endeavors they merely remained,

Futile endeavors, in a world of lies.   



Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s