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Short and sweet. Basically the internal debate we are faced with anytime we make a decision... And how we are really a slave to inner emotion.
“But I must.” My reply.
“Live in the light, darkness not I need. Free my binds. Free me and let me be.”
The reply, much different then before. “DO NOT!” The voice, it roared. “WILL NOT!” The thundering roar.
Again, “Set me free, as before. No longer lay your hand on my troubled soul. I must break free, free to soar.”
And then I struggled, twisted and bent. A new strength I started to discover. Freedom, must be close. The binds, I can feel then loosen… Yes, free am I. Yet move may I not. Yes, the hands not free its reigning grip.
“Let me loose, let me go, free me. I am my own; this decision I make is mine. Tell me no more, let go your grip.”
“Free you not. You are mine. No decisions may you make. Nowhere to go, may you not do your deed. Not ever may I set you free.”
I see it now, a knife so tough. So close, its metal rings. I reach out and grab, take hold of its grasp. Then into the hand I pierce, letting free its grip.
It cried not in pain, yet it not withers away. Below I see blood, yet it comes from me. Never again may I be free. Too far gone am I. The restraint shall ever be me. And I the restraint shall never be free.