Victim

The following is a sample of work written by our first guest writer Bernel Rennie:
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Victim
Written By: Bernel Rennie on January 23rd 2012

I’m captive to my dreams, My eyes and body are bound by the limits I set on myself
A hostage by my own admission
I am kept in a dark room locked away from the world
I’ve been told I’m being kept in the dark because I have a measure of power untold
I dare not crawl out because I don’t know what to expect outside
I keep being curled like a ball in the corner, the fetal position
Is this my stand? I have to grow up sometime

This is one ransom where the demands can’t be met because the hostage wants to be kept
Out of harms way, the world’s way, I don’t even wana make my own way
Being kept in the dark is as enjoyable as being strung on a string
What’s the difference between a puppet and a sheep you must be saying
Doesn’t matter, both follow the movement of the other, both walk blind they just follow the leader
It seems so easy just to go with the flow and not make your own path..irony is how we go with the flow and yet we always end up going downhill

I can’t remember when last my feet kicked a rock or made a footprint on the dirt, my knees do all the work now
Like a slave, I was brought up to be dragged along,to be looked down upon
Like a pet, I go as far as my leash will allow me, my master the personification of conformity
There are no mirrors in the room because I can’t bare to look at myself
The guilt alone has scarred my face, regret the fate I’ve been dealt
My escape are my hands as I point to the culprits, those who bind these chains so tightly
Yet still I refuse to accept that while one finger is aimed at them, the others shoot back at me