How many times did I stop to look behind ?
How many times did I think about the past ?
Thats constantly haunting my mind.
Making my life dull, making life freeze.
Unable to see sun rays nor feel its warmth
Unable to feel the touch of wind nor smell its breeze.
But sometimes, I manage escape.
Looking for holes in this cage that I can break.
Fighting against fate that has stolen my thoughts.
Trying to bring back whatever I can take.
And every few battles, there is one.
That I manage to win.
I begin to stand again and rebuild.
Whats been broken.
Trying to reverse whats been done.
I begin to walk and able to see the present ahead.
I walk further and further toward that shining light.
As I reach, standing just a step away.
A shadow figure emerges at a distance, echoing in my head.
Come closer, come look
Come closer, come to know it chanted.
What your upcoming days hold
As they scream, dangling from the tip of my hook
My body froze and my mind became crippled with fear.
What does it know?
Why are there screams?
My questions met no answer other than the screams that grew louder and near.
My feet started walking towards the sound.
That my ears couldnt stand to hear.
And despite my heart urging my mind to stop.
But the echoes drowned my mind deep in its chants, keeping it from being found.
The efforts of my heart continued.
Trying to reach my mind but to no avail.
Trying to save it from another battle.
That my mind would not prevail.
My body reached the figure and froze yet again.
Horror began to infect my mind.
And shackled my heart with its chain.
Consuming my body.
Trapping it in another cage.
Then I saw a hook pierce me, dragging me like those who fell before.
A hook that knows no laws, morals or age.
And so it was time.
To be humiliated by defeat for my wavering thoughts.
And my shaken mind.
My pain starts to take form and my screams are added to the others.
Lined together like slaves while the shadow laughs from behind.
Is this a lesson for my mistake?
Or the penalty for a crime?
Where does it end? When does it stop?
Do I return to the past to live in the cage, I fought to break?
Or run to the future where fear consumes my time?
Should I fight back? Or should I wait?
What should I do?
To escape the strings of fate.
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Strings of Fate
PoetryA poem that revolves around the element of time. Where past, present and future come together. Some people regard them as stages in their lives while others like to think of them as a different life each. While both views are fine and serve the indi...
