The strings
They tie me down
Tighter and tighter everyday
The rise of red and royal blue
The only colors I seem to feel
Big hands coming closer
Trapping me and all my will
All I can do is sit, unable to speak
For fear of what's to come
I have to obey and do as I'm told
Just a piece in my culture's game
I have no value, no glory or fame
Left waiting for life to take me away
I'm powerless and oh, so weak
Left in the shadows of unfinished lines
I am tied down
By the strings
*This piece is inspired by the painting 'Relationship' by Manjo Maurya.*
YOU ARE READING
In The Shadows of Solitude
PoetryThoughts that can only be expressed through pen and paper....I leave you to do the rest.
