Dark Poetry #4 |
Slave of Love |
Kaos Member
since 2001-08-02
Posts 317between space and time |
And the duckling sat (quack quack) a slave to the subconscious 'norm' standards set by what everyone else thinks I almost pity but how patronizing is that it just goes to the current and the pack comfortable sheltered in a life not his Here i sit ( quack) in the back of the line or the edge of the circle overlooked damn victim of the so called standard because my skin is covered with the stories of battles gone because i'm picky who i surround myself with and my lack of need in materialistic ways the fact that i see to the soul and don't lose visibility on the protective layers outside So why am i tormented to be ignored by the one i want to love She has to see it in my eyes the yearn and submission feel so blatant I feel betrayed by my eyes Imprisoned waiting to be released from my enigmas to burn the shackles of slavery and let my love run free Life is a torment and torment an enigma. So burn the shackles of slavery and let love run free -i wrote it somewhere in time |
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SATURN Member
since 2004-05-04
Posts 78ok,us |
you are not alone in that feeling loved it good write. p.s. one day your love will run free just like a stallion. ~Hali~ |
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Kaos Member
since 2001-08-02
Posts 317between space and time |
thank you :-) your comments are always kind Life is a torment and torment an enigma. So burn the shackles of slavery and let love run free |
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