Domesticated

[Onyxaeon]

Those traditional blinders have arrested me,
Stalling my evolution,
Beckoning me into misguided thoughts of “formality”,
And what is necessarily “good and proper“.
Lifeless I have become,
And as hard as I may try to forget,
The reminder stalks me so,
Battering my thoughts, rearing a demonic head
With snarling jaws lunging for the taste of blood.
Or perhaps the beast seeks in truth to strip me of my sanity,
For the beast has never lashed out with feral intentions,
No ravaging talons exacting for my internal agony.
But that doesn’t eradicate my rightly deserved fear,
My questioning actions,
Or my defiant, embittered passions.
The beast has no leash with which to be chained down,
No iron laced cage to suffocate the responding actions to my folly.
And I have little hope of containing the creature.
But the beast has done this solely of its own,
By tangling broken webs of idle promises
And hallow expectations around me,
Thickening my own self-denial.
I was domesticated.
I was dismantled piece by piece,
Until all that was left,
Was the solitude I had so often fondly dearly while alone.
The beast is calling me again,
But the deafening orders barking in distance,
Howling a symphony that cries of “duty”,
Well, they fall upon deaf ears.
I have already drowned in the seas of my own
Fatal, selfish ambitions.