This poem was from this week's battle in Ps. my opponent no-showed. And i would enjoy some feedback.
Banned: feeling nostalgic
like zoo bound animals
caged from there natural habitat.
Brain washed and cleansed
in a sense, not myself.
Programmed & fed food for others thoughts
like an exotic fish
sanctioned to an aquarium
accompanied by its lonesome.
Condemned to the property
of anothers entertainment.
Deceased goes my freedom
reborn was this slave
for every future move
is inspired by thy masters happiness.
A fixation of roaming the countryside
use to posess me fully
that was before exceptance
of my new role in this realm.
To be happy is for they're satifaction, not mine
Once dreaming i were a bird
with the ability to fly away.
But before that possibility of escape
that small hope was shot down
poached & netted by the dreamcatcher.
Now i wish to appear as a sword
enabling me to be free.
a small part of me shall never cease hope
as if this nightmare were a huge thick fog
im just awaiting its passing.
Hear my prayer's oh great one, release my soul......
allowing the wind to wrestle in my hair, like never before.