Emotions are jailers of the most sadistic kind for they show no mercy. We lie imprisoned and helpless in a bare, dark jail filled with inexplicable feelings, where the leftovers from tenderness and desire lie scattered amidst the thick grey dust of unfulfilled daydreams. These wardens use the hob-nailed heels of their boots to grind hurt deep into the still stinging wounds inflicted by many lost loves. They randomly throw thin, dry scraps of hope that cannot satisfy even the weakest pang. Logic sits trapped behind black metal bars of misguided intuition. Intelligence is roughly taken hostage and weeps quietly, head bowed. Sweet reason rests quietly now, subdued by a far greater force. Faint echoes of laughter from unilateral love drift in from the back room where the hostage takers drink whisky and play cards triumphantly, secure in the knowledge that the key is so deeply hidden it cannot easily be found.
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Posted: Apr 2010
About this poem:
Nothing/nobody really has any power to hurt you.The power lies within the emotion you attribute to it. In search of spiritual detachment.
Hi, caroljoyce, Your phrase Logic sits trapped behind black metal bars powerfully captures Emotions are jailers. Although it may not always easily be found, thankfully, there is always a key! Thank you for sharing.
PabaleloWorcester, Western Cape South AfricaApr 30, 2010
Wow! A beautiful poem rightly depicting how emotions can be. Thank you Caroljoyce. A lovely poem!
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Your phrase Logic sits trapped behind black metal bars powerfully captures Emotions are jailers. Although it may not always easily be found, thankfully, there is always a key! Thank you for sharing.