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Freedom Denied

Sometime along the way, The crossroads shifted. Everything has changed, As the innocence has drifted. Vulnerable to existence, And leaning to repentance The maniacs in her head are just as relentless As a bad memory just keeps pushing through her thoughts She didn’t know how to stop it, for she was never taught A rug on the ground, for she did not learn how to walk The only hope she had was praying on a shamrock She had none She had no faith, no truth The only virtue she claimed Was the humanly lust To survive this hell-hole and break from the cuffs Dreaming for the day she can finally say “enough” But what then? Say she does gain the strength, To finally rise up and break from the chains The ropes that seized her mind Shackles that detained her courage If those restraints fell loose, Will the world malnourish? Looking back at the “thing” she had escaped, A society falling apart As if attached with scotch tape Crumbling to pieces As sanity is lost No one seemed to mind, How madness had become the boss

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 11/24/2015 3:55:00 PM
WOW, Madness the BOSS!!! Wow --lust turning the mind from weak to control. Awesome epic write. SKAT
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