Shackles of irony

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

A poem about life, loneliness and its ironic existence.

Not much time ago a wildcat couldn't growl
In a cage, in a zoo, eleven chains involved
All the people passing by, it felt hopeless and forlorn
Holding their eyes on such a wildly chained soul
Blindly ignoring the rusted iron roots no-one recalls

Five chains were broken by a kid with a gold token
Which didn't let his thoughts to be unspoken
Four shackles were melted by one blazing heart
Which showed him his soul was a treasure made of art

Riding through the hollow plains of life,
Two shackles were left by his bare feet
Remembering times of plain defeat
Some time ago a wildcat did growl
And weirdly he laughed of his past
Where a spectator he was
As quiet as a country mouse
As shallow as a swamp owl

At the falling of his sun, he ironically realised he was still alone
Those who hung him like a picture, left him as a frame
With his saviors he turned into a lapdog, now he is just a stray
shackled in the graveyard... left into decay

Some moons ago a wildcat left us with its final growl
In the outback he was born, and thus he was torn
Alone, like a rose forlorn, broke apart from its thorns
Long lost chainbreakers, they dont' even mourn
We'll end this the way we started
Or at least that an isolated creature warns

Submitted: December 05, 2014

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