A franchise on my soul
I felt that my life was diminished
My smallest of dreams, suppressed
There stood before me a man of conviction
Asserting that I need not feel oppressed.
Like the pied piper he whistled, I listened
Of ancient arcadia, his land of hope
Where I could escape the rigours of conformity
That hung around my neck like a rope
Simply cradle in the soft arms of Morpheus
Safe, from the subjugator's heel
Where I’m tightly trussed and manacled
Within an inescapable cage of steel
Everything mentioned seemed so inviting
No more scrapping an existence hand to mouth
Travelling perched in the saddle of depression
Onward promised land, my curiosity aroused
Finally evading the injustices of the rat race
That consists merely of twenty-four hours of strife
Forward, headlong to a new beginning
A rebooted, different, way of life.
The price of redemption, “was not expensive”
That's what the piper had said,
My soul was all that he required, “after all
It was useless to me once I was dead”
But, my soul was my true foundation
My one principled brick in the wall
To live any life without rhyme or reason
Was no life to live at all
So turning to the black-cloaked man, I stated,
I would not forfeit my temporal space
And rather than die to receive salvation
I’ll stay detained with the whole human race
Mon 5th Dec 2022 12:18
Thank you, Uilleam.
John, I have a copy of Pilgrims progress and I have visited the House Beautiful so the connection between that and my piece of work is appreciated
Sun 4th Dec 2022 17:57
Sublime poetry. The triumph of good over bad. A modern 'pilgrims progress'
Bravo JD. 💪
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh
Thu 1st Dec 2022 09:16
"I’ll stay detained with the whole human race ."
Excellent choice-I'm off to the pub!
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