Bondage 2

Some memories

Before you came to set me free you imprisoned me.

I was sentenced to many years of futility

My tribulation having been perfected by anguish

resulting in fear, hatred, despair and the cold breath 

of the shadow named death pursued me constantly.

Solitary and confinement 

darkness and gloom

pretending to be free

while burdened by my chains of liberty.

Despair masked by a facade of normality

that people like to wear

with nagging doubts

worn as trinkets of the mind.

An animated death impersonating life

void of lasting peace and liberty

The avid pretence of normality

fed by the father of lies

the flaunting of the fiction 

going along with the flow.

The slavery

the drudgery

the weight of a burden

unable to confess

that all was wrong

that all was fake

and the biggest fake was me.

Unable to unwilling too

refusing to confide within myself of my condition.

Others joining the great pretence 

seemingly afraid for themselves

that the admission of my sad state

would open the doors of some great nightmare

from which mankind could neither wake nor escape

and so there could be no respite offered by my fellow inmates

my family, my friends, my neighbours.....the common earthly herd.