Woman In Chains
A naïve life possessed by the power of desire
turns into an object inanimate and utterly inert.
Existence untainted and vibrant if captured
by the cruel clutch of unrepressing lust,
rolls like fallen gems, the string ruptured.
The senses drenched in acidic insolence
don’t for a moment repent the presence
in dismal heart the perennial obsession
of fostering the desire in shades of grey ,
decimating the spirit of its possession.
For the body and mind ravaged by vile craving,
living is no longer an animated concept, it’s futile.
The sunken piteous heart breaks asunder to pile
at the threshold of disgrace in debris of disdain.
Where has sanity gone, times don’t have the answer.
The perception called life adored and fostered,
a precious treasure to be preserved with pride.
When it crumbles as an object used and discarded,
the heart pines to get unshackled in prison of hatred
to find solace for the shamed soul in oblivion.
August 31, 2020
Contest : Woman In Chains
Sponsor : John Hamilton
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