Selfhood – The Human Anvil

This story tells of a hypocrite,
Not much to lose, too much to fight,
For ways never given away
Free, for us to be at ease,
And burn the flags upon these ships
That hoards, and onboard sets us free,
Free to eat the salt, free to drink the sea,
To meet our homeless families
In far kingdoms we will never see
Anchored away to bones of past
On this journey we would never last
And the shores, in the end would find
Us as mannequins without a mind
And the tears shall speak it’s fall:
We had found something but lost it all;
For the price of priceless memory
We sold our will to slavery
For the price of priceless memory
We sold our will to slavery…

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Published by grumpygorman

I am a Social Worker by day and an artist/writer by night. I use the written word in an attempt to make sense of the secret worlds and dysfunctional dynamics that lurk beneath the facades of our daily interactions. I am not sure how my writing styles are characterized, nor am I overly concerned about it. I am immensely enthusiastic about music and often connect better with songs than I do people. I also have an intense appreciation for quality wines and whiskies, frequently consuming them in excess. I like things that smell good and struggle to manage the symptoms of a life-long relationship with depression. So, why "grumpygorman"? Spend some time here and find out...

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