Breaking

Her hands are cold, shaking, aching
Heart is beating, slowly breaking
Soul is out there for the taking
Dreams are in the open for waking
Chains upon her neck are killing
Restriction can be oh-so-thrilling
Winter snow is quickly chilling
And her eyes are slowly filling
With the cruel thoughts of mankind
Carefully her brainwashed mind
Starts to untangle the strange, grey vines
That have been weaving over time
Her hands are cold, they're shaking, aching
Lately she's been only faking
She knows not what is for the taking
In a world that's slowly breaking.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Sujash I. Purna]

I liked the brilliance of the lines' rhyming...

The whole poem is in twisting and turning...

Overall it's a work no doubt promising...

Kudos! Hope you'll such poetry keep posting...