She’s bound by chains too heavy to escape,
Alive, yet caught in life’s unyielding snare.
Morals and ethics, like a tightening rope,
She weighs the cost of slipping from despair.
Hell’s flames draw near, a whisper at her feet,
Her weary heart still yearns for love’s warm light.
But passion, if embraced without restraint,
Would cast her soul into eternal night.
She dreams of solace in a sacred place,
To seek forgiveness on a bended knee,
Or crush her heart, suppressing every trace
Of longing’s voice, so fierce and wild, yet free.
Torn between the clash of right and wrong,
She’s tempted by a lover’s whispered song.
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Comments (4)
So creative
Nice poem. Excellent going.
Love the flow and the rhyme schemes, Jason. Well done.
You have a great talent, Dr. Jay. Through your writing in this lovely poem, you painted a woman who is bound by chains and grapples with morals and ethics, weighing the cost of escaping despair. She yearns for love but fears passion could cast her soul into eternal darkness. She dreams of solace, seeking forgiveness, or suppressing longing, torn between right and wrong. Another powerful piece. I enjoyed reading it!