ENTRAPMENT
It has been a set-up
A sting
Frame-up
With all that snaring
Felt trapped
With no escape
Like a noose
Barbed with wires
Coming out of everywhere
Stinging
The pricking
The stabbing
Ensnared in their games
Petty
It might have been
The intent was cruel
Trapped
Entrapped
Oh what a fool
Enmeshed
Entangled
Ensnared like a fool
A tool to be used
Abused
The intent so cruel
Treated like a clown
A joker
In the pack of cards
But hey so what
Isn’t the joker used for some good?
Or has that not been the case?
Oh you stupid, silly buffoon
How did it get this far?
Why didn’t you look?
Why didn’t you investigate?
I guess we all make mistakes
Errors of judgment
Now that is the wrong word to use
Bit harsh and hard
It is not for us to judge
Or be the jury
Maybe a lesson to be learnt
Take it not to heart
As it can eat you alive
A spirit
A soul
The very being can be destroyed
Letting it go
With love and forgiveness
These shackles
What were you thinking?
The knives
The wires
Release
And let it all go free
Retaining
Dignity
And face
© Teresa Joseph Franklin
9th July 2016
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