Lord Bard Poet Free verse

I Am Trapped

Lost in a world of regrets and dejection
Struggling for an escape
But I am shackled between a rock and a hard place
With no key in sight and no help coming my way

I am trapped.

Flung into a world that hates me but needs me
A world with its foot on my neck
The more I struggle, the more the diseased, putrid-smelling member
Crushes nearly the life out of me

I am trapped. 

The open road to nowhere calls me to liberation
But responsibility and maturity have 
Placed a Denver boot on my golden chariot 
And have stolen the reigns of my white stallion

I am trapped.

A sword falls before my feet
With the balm of relief at its tip
Beckoning me to impale 
My already lifeless body
Onto its medicine
But God and hellfire
Prevent my eager hands from 
Injecting my body with its medicine

I am trapped.

What did I do to be plunged 
Into this perpetual prison?
The bars to my cell
Are far too solid to destroy
To whom can I cry out to
And how can I know they can hear me?
Who is able and willing 
To rescue this damoiseau in distress
And how long must I wait?
How long my I hang my harp on a willow tree 
And weep?
How long will it be 
Until I am free?

I am trapped…
I am trapped…

I am trapped.

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Orochi C. Joshua August 31, 2018 at 6:00 PM "The open road to nowhere calls me to liberation But responsibility and maturity have Placed a Denver boot on my golden chariot And have stolen the reigns of my white stallion" Too many a responsibility wears a man down. The struggle for survival is our greatest limitation. This is nice poem. Lord Bard May 20, 2019 at 11:46 PM Thank you!