life..

My life a stage and I a puppet,
Strings in the hand of fate— the authority,
The fingers play with the chains of life,
And I walk on my path to destiny,

The hand pulls the strings and I,
Resist it; deny it, with virility,
I cry, I yell, I rebel, I plea,

I withdraw again helplessly,
And the magma erupts within,
To break the chains vehemently,
Desire to steal the forbidden joys,

My hands are cut mercilessly,
The chains tighten and pull me,
Oscillate me in kingdoms of ecstasy, agony,
Crushing my feelings, slaughtering my dreams,

I fall a victim to infinite vagaries.
I shout at the hand that reigns,
Bleeding, I ask for a moment of mercy,
Visible to me is than my decree,

My life captured by catalepsy….