The Ultimate Sacrifice Poem by The anchor 250

i heard that you've already sealed your fate in that tinny little cage you've squeezed yourself in … regardless its darkness,
and that you can barely draw a breath or stand still,
you are sticking on every stepping stone in this space where you're stuck,
stumbling with your cross one foot on the other,
in this Egypt of giant ware wolves.
well, have grown teeth of your own yet?
or you are still folded in the gown of your misery, dancing on each playing tune in the courtyard of the old-town.
or you just need a hug, to soothe your heart beating in haste,
to relieve the pain of today, while the joy of tomorrow is drifting away.

i heard that you are often frozen on a day of a sunny sky,
digging the snows of solitude with your hand dead and dry,
scratching your brains from these time crafted scars and sketching schemes on how to get rid of soundless screaming voices inside your hideous head,
i heard that you are still hiding in that hole
I….i heard that you have been touched by tyranny.
why are you terrified of uttering a new word? ,
To step out into the light and lift the flag of this realm your dreams inhabit,
Fences of its fortress fragile and relic,
Your sacrifices :) … a rifle of your own fabric,
To aim for the moon and shoot for the stars.
are you prepared?
to rip out the throat of that infant you cherish the most.