Awoken By Poems #aBp: ENSNARED BY POETRY

~ENSNARED BY POETRY~

Am trapped in this poetic world

Shackles on my feet, I can’t run away

Eyes fastened by diction, I can’t find a way

Am ensnared by Poetry and its seen in written word

I am daily being swallowed in, in the infinite deep of this passion

Holding me so, in ever tightening rings and in refrain

I find myself rhyming, and am afraid I can’t let go, just simply drawn

Am sucked in, deep, past, reachable marks known

And they say we are just infected

That such passion will ever leave us transcended

In things particular and resented

That life can’t hold us in such habits repeated

That if we don’t give up and have poetry repented

We will remain outsiders ever discriminated

Daily lashes on my soft brains

I can’t stand it yet I can’t refrain

Maybe I’m an addicted slave

I hate to rhyme but I’m ensnared, and just a slave

I’m in chains and I need a change-

An inspiration to inspire my liberation

Yet chances look slim.

My world is too dark,

No light of happiness, always cuffed to the quill.

I’m sick and tired of the pains of wanting my words to prill

Whiles the tattoo of my pain always comes to patrol

From a faraway land out of the boundaries of my soul.

My agonies embedded on my heart-I’m enslaved

I’m stuck behind these poetic bars

Always harvesting regrets of birth in my sad plantations

Yet hoping to find a story that could get the most suitable

Lines that could be sung as praises

For my bravery during my torturing times.

Branded “Poet” on my skins, I can’t escape-

People will find me, send me back

To my copious emotions for ransoms for I’m tagged.

Wrists tied to ankles with chains of pun, it’s impossible to break loose

Even though with a strength, as much as Zeus’

I’m ensnared by poetry, just a slave, so till the end of my life

I will endure!

---Ronald K. Ssekajja, Fampah Coyish---

Awoken By Poems #aBp