J. Grey Poet Free verse

Shackles of My Rage

Black and cold, the breeze it blows
I will drag you down
Oh sigh and cry, the days pass by
Wearing nothing but a frown
And. Oh how slow you fall again
Bending to their will
Yet oh how sad a wolf among men
Shall die to get her fill

Laughter rings loud like bells
Muffled by their sobs
Drinking up the anger how
She is defeated by her job

QUIET

... please be quiet..

The voices how they sing
Up on the stage to gain their praise
Listen to the ring

The ring of the quiet torture
Going on inside her mind
Maybe something is really wrong
Something she tires to hide

But the darkness comes once again
To offer her the deal

"I'll take away the pain, but you will no longer feel."

And as always, solely she nods 
Lifting up her wrists
On go the shackles of her rage
To control her faithless fits

"As long as I don't feel,"
She sobs
"I don't need the pain."
"As long as I can keep who I am."
But who is you, in a name?

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