THRALDOM CHRONICLED

in poetry •  7 years ago  (edited)

Find myself in a gothic structure Sailing on the waves of servitude
Bonded with the fetters of vassalage

Liberation seems the be in the vicinity
but still a great distance away

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The hour glass pours slowly, a
metaphoric reminder of
the life spent under bondage

Cogitating if I will ever be free
Fetters and the structured
frame restrict me But not for long Hope lies on the bridle path
It won't be long now It won't be long now IMG_1108.JPG

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