The shackles were pretentious,
drawing attention from near and far
for its tall tales were extravagantly atrocious to believe
and people swarmed in to see
how an ironclad could cage
the ferocious animal from the wild
the man-eater
one who always salivated for gore
how could someone arrest its soul
The beast roared,
growled, leaped and showed its anger
in abundance at first
but soon it realized
he was confined
and he surrendered to its fate,
One who used to hunt
was surviving on morsels from its keeper,
the wilderness disappeared
and its anger dissolved in oblivion
now though the shackles had vanished
but it never leaped free
for he lost his hope
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Wow… Hope really is the key to genuinely live. How wonderfully written. 😊
How do you do it? Inspire and amaze me all the time.
Wow dark
Hope dies? I was hoping for hope to live!!
Thanks so much, Anne for your beautiful words 😊🌸
Thanks so much for your read
I just depicted a situation on when hope dies we let go of everything
You’re always welcome 😊
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Yes, sometimes we lose hope. Thought-provoking!
Thanks Punam, Always appreciate your presence here
My pleasure.
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I know, and sometimes I feel that, that would be a liberating feeling.
However, it is just scary to think that ‘hope’ could die!
True my friend. When hope dies darkness will prevail. So yes, Hope shouldn’t die
The harshest thing you can do to a soul is kill its hope😓
This one made me cry
You expressed it perfectly my friend👏👏👏
But I don’t want you to cry. Thank you for reading this so beautifully
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Hope gives on us, when we give up on him.
True my friend. Thank you