Shackled Souls

A darker turn musing on human frailty

A weak flesh for paltry failing hearts

     Too human in this here and now

            The soul stretching toward heaven

                  Clamoring for a return to the Divine

                        But unruly flesh, feeling too much

                              Turning toward the shadows

                        In immediacy of mortal pain

                  Chaining the eternal… imprisoned

            Too worn by such earthly need

       So heavy with venal desires

Shackled souls weighted for Hell

Reviews

[Akinlolu]

The duality of humanity. The ideal and the reality. The yearning for perfection and the pull of fleshly desires. The Dove and the pig in the same body. One desires to soar, the other is content to wallow in the mud. This is my humble opinion.
Akinlolu

[MomzillaNC]

I'd say that's a fair assessment of the dichotomy I was trying to capture in my poem. Thank you.

[Ranger Kessel]

Very nice write. I appreciated the read.

[MomzillaNC]

Thank you.

[Randolph]

Not so much a tribute to the wrong-hearted, as a banner for the walking wounded. Cheers. Nice.

[MomzillaNC]

Thank you.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the body betrays the mind, then the heart, then the soul---
it has its own agenda...

j.

[MomzillaNC]

Truly. We humans do get bogged down in this harsh and transitory human life. It’s easy to let it divert us from our search for that higher spiritual self, from the quest to ascend beyond this brutal mortality. Thanks for reading this.

[Ashley]

I really like this one, finally someone with depth and articulacy.

[MomzillaNC]

Thank you. Actually, this one rather got away from me. :D I was trying to expand on the other poem I posted today entitled “Am I?” This was not a continuation of that light existential piece.