Note: This poem was originally posted on my Patreon account on August 10th of 2018. I am currently posting a new poem to my patreon account each day for patron exclusive reading and on this blog one week later for public viewing. If you’d like to see these poems when they are first put up then please consider pledging to my patreon page.

The cost of living is too high to bear, and the debt is worse than death itself.

Our life consists of willing slavery in a fruitless pursuit of wealth.

No true freedom exists when a human’s worth is their labor.

The shackles of slavery never truly vanish from the trusted neighbor.

To which end do we perish, to which fate do we follow?

To which lot is drawn when destiny fades tomorrow?

We are all cogs in a machine, nothing more or less.

Human needs are irrelevant when life is worth contempt.

When we are merely objects and life gives us no rest,

Why wonder when suddenly many seek out death?

Previous Poem

Next Poem

If you would like to support me or this site, then please support my Patreon if you would like to see higher quality content with more resources to put towards it. If you don’t want to spend any money on me, then you can also help out by simply sharing my blog on Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, Reddit, or anywhere else where others will see it. You can also follow this blog if you would like to be kept up to date on my stuff, or you could follow me on any of my social media pages (listed at the bottom of the page) and could stop by The Guardian Acorn Discord chat if you would like to talk to me and my homies.

4 thoughts on “Poem #32: Shackles

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s