Bound

We are but cages with wonders inside, cages that protect and trap us for reasons that constitute the unaware section of the universe. We venture, tread on embers and flowers alike, that's when we know

Down, a direction I was used to,

Went I with the current, like you do,

Like we all do, every day.

 

This ring, like one of those Saturn fashions,

Isn’t what it looks like from where you stand.

 

How it weighed me down,

how it shackled me to the floor,

neighbored by four walls even colder!

 

It consumed my entirety,

belched, as I looked in disgust.

Not an ounce of courage existed in this form I now took,

Inside the belly of the beast.

 

In an act of savagery, I cut out,

Tore a hole to let myself out, like I never planned.

What took me by surprise, what so blind I was to know,

Is it was just me, me versus me, in this god-forsaken bout.

 

Agony, that I was habituated by,

Left scars on my wrist,

and my mouth, like a desert,

dry.

 

As I counted a few seconds off my watch,

There shone a light, like a fire in a cave.

Hope, the emotion that emerged,

Was devoured, same as I.

For it was but the emanation,

from an enemy I had come in contact with,

And hence, grown to fear,

That branding iron, for all it did was to sear.

Bound we are, bound in but ourselves.

Reviews

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Arnab! You said the unwanted truth of human. Something that's stretching us to get defeated. But the one who knows and wins over this might never get lost in life instead being a reason of another's life😊 Hope you'll like my poems also. And many many thanks for being my friend!

[Arnab Gupta]

Thank you for perceiving my poem. It is very encouraging when people make efforts to contemplate and comment on what you do.

I surely will look you up.