Modern Day Slavery

Take these shackles off, dear Mother
Do not enchain me
I am already enslaved
By society

The pressures’ building up
Day by day by day
I can’t accomplish these crosses
Yours and mine

Do not live through me
Your fears and heartbreaks
I can’t hold my head up
It’s heavy, dear Mother

I stumble with each step
In this ill-lighted alley
Of which breeds contempt and negativity

I struggle within myself
To find the light, carry on
Sometimes the gloom scores effortlessly
Most times a pinhole of ray guides me

I am soap on a string
Diminishing with frequent use
I’m hanging on tight
But it’s slippery

I am weary
Like a caged up canary
I fight shadows in my sleep
The only rest enforced me

Petal P. Rose