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Fetters
This poem is another one of those "I'm so depressed" poems that I tend to come out with. This one preceded a major turning-point in my walk of faith, a time when I was questioning my faith, and the God I claimed to follow.
Fetters
As I sit and gaze upon the heart,
Filled by pain, grief, fear.
I learn, inspire, joy, and tear,
But grieve, for we are fo'er apart.
A tulmutuous cascade of rancid thought,
Grief, despair, anger, rage.
I lean upon my growing cage,
And scorn the 'freedom' I considered bought.
The freedom of the soul to roam,
Is shadowed by life's own crutch.
A crutch I so desparately wish to own,
To ease my pain, as such
I roam, unfettered by love's touch.
But these chains I wish to hold,
For without these chains I lose so much.
This crutch is not so old.
Without the chains of love, I'm bound,
I'm fettered by my heart,
To live a life that does always impart,
Loneliness, that evil sound.
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