Grudge

Born into a world so sinful and vile,
No choice of my own but divine denial,
Taught the ways of society’s corrupted creed,
Molded to imperfection by each genetic deed.

Nurtured by love but fed upon guilt,
By the guardians of my body and the suppressors of my will,
Trying to keep what they hope is theirs,
Trying to own what I can only share,
Have they not seen the demon in me?
The confused rebel who longs to flee,
The penitentiary of words, emotions and bonds,
Breaking the lattice and trying to spawn.

Freedom at hand but imprisoned again,
By fears of isolation, suffering and pain,
Still I fight, weary and stoned,
For I may have been created but may never be owned.

[Cluster IV]