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Inside This Draconian Cage

Am I fated to dwell in this cruel and heartless place where hands writhe like snakes, concealing a face? Is there salvation to be found from those horrid things that dangle grotesque heads from spider web strings? I've searched the most remote corners of my mind for an answer to this atrocity, but not one could I find I long for a human sanctuary where I can be set free from the groping of cold fingers reaching out for me. Mankind has become callous, an abstract machine, plodding about to the beat of the same tambourine. It's a robotic society, blind to the needs of others with an indifference that stifles until it smothers When did this world become one of selfish greed where everyone takes so much more than they need Clawing hands that troll from only God knows where in a pestulant society. It's become more than I can bear In this bizarre perdition, humans can no longer engage I must guard my emotions from inside a Draconian cage I seek death as means to escape this brutal barbaric place and donning a shroud, I withdraw from this robotic race
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Gondolf Avatar
May 26, 2018 at 1:45 PM
Sooner or later the greed of humans will catch up with us and it will be the downfall of our civilization. A chilling write, Lin, but so true.
Lane Avatar
June 14, 2018 at 7:28 AM
Always a pleasure to read your kind comments John. Thank you.
Talbot Avatar
May 26, 2018 at 5:50 AM
So sad but true, humans have lost the plot, to late, they will find the demons they have begotten. Mick
Lane Avatar
May 26, 2018 at 10:55 AM
Thanks a bunch, Mick.
Allison Avatar
May 25, 2018 at 3:26 PM
your imagery is dark and chilling, the 3rd stanza emphasises there is such conflict in the world Lin. powerfully penned my friend:-) hugs Jan xx
Lane Avatar
May 25, 2018 at 3:54 PM
Thank you so much, Jan. It's becoming more so each day..., It's those snakes and how sad, but one day the world will be restored.
Parker Avatar
May 25, 2018 at 2:56 PM
it started when Cain killed Able dear poet, it's nice to read a poem that is about something that really matters
Lane Avatar
May 25, 2018 at 3:52 PM
Thank you most sincerely, Frederic. You know I value your opinion.
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