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I am a slave without honor, a peasant without dignity, A prisoner of my own constructs. I scorned the wisdom of the wise and jumped into the arms of adversity. Now my price is to be paid in full.
I am a slave without honor, a peasant without dignity, A prisoner of my own constructs. Heavy are the chains that bind my feet, dark is the abyss i now call home. My body remembers not, the pleasures of bathing in the neon rivers of sunlight, my ears estranged even to the faintest melodies of distant swan.
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Heavy are the chains that bind my feet, dark is the abyss i now call home. My body remembers not, the pleasures of bathing in the neon rivers of sunlight, my ears estranged even to the faintest melodies of distant swan. longing for the whispers of kindness...........and living in hope still in chains.. hope over hopelessness.. a prisoner of my own constructs......... break those chains and come out daringly......... take decisions. move forward....
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8/20/2025 1:49:45 PM # 1.0.0
Write comment. Impressive poem, Stanley. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks