In Chains

Today’s poem is one that sets more for Faith related issues rather than other genres. But straight off one could say that the poem and even some that were written for faith related issues could be used for love poetry in a way.

Such is my belief also, but this poem has been set taking on the mindset of one who may be stuck in their Faith, as if they were in Chains. Or at least in a spiritual sence they appear like they have been in chains. ie, stuck for a long period in one area and experiencing a load of feelings that almost confuse them.

Basically this poem has been composed from the view point of one who feels chhained, restricted and limited in their faith. Either because of the laws or rules of society or other social situations.

Basically this poem may or may not strike much for many when loking at it from a Faith View. But if taking the poem from non faith points, I am certain that folks will find some cool points there.

Having said all of this, Please Enjoy this Poem:

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In Chains



Sitting confined by the chains that now bind,
Caught in a cycle where love and hate grind.
Pedal to the metal ne’er to settle,
Grasp the dead nettle with a rose petal.


Yet nought feels right across the outer zone,
Still conflicting like leaves the wind has thrown.
Waiting for miracles to cut these chains,
 From boats and trains with all that here remains.


Convicted or judged strained against the wind,
Lost behind lines drawn blind to all defined.
Looking for the alter standards raised high,
“Loose these chains”, my soul does cry, “Ne’er deny”.


Straws floating on by bridges too far gone,
Battle lines drawn for the final baton.
Exist to succeed for endless life dreams,
Stranded in chains waiting for change in teams.


Enemies that wait with some eager eyes,
Stand ready for scraps with the dogs for prize.
Freedom waits and love states to await fate,
When storms abate at the gate and still wait.




_{© Pat Fitzgerald 2023}

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