Pressure can really build up over time.

I don’t want you to control me.

Fear can creep up on you.

A man awakens to find himself chained to a chair in a room stained with blood and gore and filled with torture devices.

A Reflection on the atrocities meted out to the captured Africans by the slave ship’s captain and crew; during their journey through the middle passage on their way to the Americas!

The feeling of helplessness and hopelessness they had to endure as they were landed in this new and unfamiliar land, as they were paraded, prodded, and then auctioned like animals!

The maltreatment that was meted out to them by their owners and masters as they were forced to toil for hours without food or a break for time!

They agony they felt as their women were brutally raped and impregnated at will or while watching their baby daughters killed!

You cannot move on whilst you persist in keeping her memory fresh and alive.

A poem about death and living. Life itself.

A poem where you are chained…

An open door can be a tempting exit.

Lost in a dominants desires.