Tortured Facade

Broken in shackles I lay

With no fight to break away

Tortured by these ball and chains

Forced to contemplate and pray.

Saddened by this darkest hour

The wilting of my inner flower

Plagued by the conscience of a coward

With inspiration from a higher power.

Crushed dreams scatter the floor,

Of the life I wished for once before.

Guarding the pathway towards the door

A painful reminder forever more.

Opinions in a Whirlwind

I love opinions; in fact, I think opinions are blessings in disguise and a gift to humankind. They have the power to open people's eyes, enlighten the soul, teach the ignorant, and more importantly, provide insight into the mind and logic of your companion.

However, over the years, I have learned (with a few drops of wisdom shed upon me) that there is a time and place for everything. I'm quite aware that many people in this world have very strong opinions about various different subjects; and over the years, I've also learned that people will not always get along.

Though it may seem like an elementary principle, I think it's an idea that people so easily forget. Man was not meant to get along with everyone or to agree upon everything--think of how boring the world would be. However, man was not meant to be cruel and unreasonable to his brother either, especially over a difference of opinion.