27 July 2012
This bitter treadmill I walk, this unending parody of a life I'm forced to endure.
Day follows day and never a change in the rhythm of tortuous steps that take me neither here nor there, oh dear Lord of Heaven won't you grant me respite.
The taskmaster, forever alert to any sign of faltering, stands close and I feel his eyes piercing my very soul. His breath always at my back, waiting for that one slip that heralds another flogging.
The chains grip me tightly so, I feel them biting into body, each step bringing more stings as I gasp for air. I am innocent of all crime, yet am banished here in this sorry place for daring to gaze upon the regal countenance more than was allowed.
I repent, I repent, but alas it fell upon ears eager to carry out their abhorrent duties and I was manacled thus; my poor wife not knowing my fate - god protect her.
What will become of me.
I repent.
A Man Amongst Many • Opuss № I