I am a slave without honor, a peasant without dignity, A prisoner of my own constructs. I scorned the wisdom of the wise and jumped into the arms of adversity. Now my price is to be paid in full.
I am a slave without honor, a peasant without dignity, A prisoner of my own constructs. Heavy are the chains that bind my feet, dark is the abyss i now call home. My body remembers not, the pleasures of bathing in the neon rivers of sunlight, my ears estranged even to the faintest melodies of distant swan.
I am a slave without honour, a peasant without dignity, a prisoner of my own constructs.Regret is my only friend, despair my only council.
Ooh! , how i long for whispers of kindness long lost in the echoes of emptyness.
I am merely a shadow of my old self, a silhouette of distant greatness.
With great ponderous thought i wonder. "Am i ever to rise from the depth of my torment like a glorious phoenix from its ashes? .
Am i to forever gaze at a gainsboro grey sky with promises of a forever storm? ".
Ooh! hope. Sweet hope, how long will you elude me. How long will you punish my disbelief and pay my shortcomings with such anguish? .
I am slave without honour, a peasant without dignity, a prisoner of my own constructs
Heavy are the chains that bind my feet, dark is the abyss i now call home. My body remembers not, the pleasures of bathing in the neon rivers of sunlight, my ears estranged even to the faintest melodies of distant swan. longing for the whispers of kindness...........and living in hope still in chains.. hope over hopelessness.. a prisoner of my own constructs......... break those chains and come out daringly......... take decisions. move forward....
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I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Impressive poem, Stanley. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks