House of Bondage
In a house of bondage do I dwell.
Trapped.
Haunted is my soul.
I roam from room to room-
Lost within myself.
A prisoner of depression-
Lost to a lifetime of bad decisions….
Without hope.
I wander down the halls
Adorned with painful heartaches.
I nourish my soul at the table
Of frustrated ambition
And drag my wounded spirit
To my bed each night.
I cover my soul with affliction
And once again greet each morning
In infirmity, fear, anger,
And bittersweet remorse.
Will I ever find that one door
That will open and set me free
From this house of bondage?
Will I ever discover
The healing power of Love?
Will I even recognize Love
When it knocks on the door of my soul?
I implore all the spirits that be-
Tear down these wailing walls…
Destroy my stubborn pride-
Demolish these chains
Of resentment and rejection.
Spirit of Liberty and Life-
My soul cries for you!
Spirit of Freedom and of Victory-
Fight for this lost spirit
Trapped inside
This house of bondage.
© Amada Gonzalez
Copyright © Amada Gonzalez | Year Posted 2013
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