A Hope Lost

September 18, 2012
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I hung in my dungeon cell,

Chained by my flaws,

Drowning in self shame,

Assuring myself I wasn’t the only one,

When they came.

They whispered in my ears about a future

Filled with dreamy peace,


Even perfection.

They painted pictures of my life

Without the chains,

So vivid, I was convinced that I had been freed.

They sang songs

About the beautiful world I could create

And like sirens,

Lured me closer to the depths.

I watched them,

With my child-like eyes

And pledged my heart

To live in their world.

But when they beckoned me to follow,

My chains pulled me back.

Back to the deadly silence

And heavy dread

That coats the walls like paint.

The beautiful dream was gone,

And all that was left was the painful memory of a hope lost.

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