Decisions that mix and form lengthy chains,
These shackles holding you down
And restraining your mind.
Chords that cut deep,
The fibres rough and coarse to the touch
Mixed with the sweat of hours of relent.
Forged in hatred and bound by fear,
The knots of forgiveness
Too brutal to untie.
Coarse fibres stained
And renewed with each encounter,
The hessian garments
Soaked to the bone.
Quite a dark poem with powerful imagery. Great work!
ReplyDeleteThankyou! I was trying to do an alternative perspective of the theme on oppression and how it affected me in a different way to other people
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