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Jan 13, 2026
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A cry in captivity
What does it feel like to not be a hostage?
In life, I am gifted the faith of one in bonds,
Shackled—both hands and feet—
To the least of all fates.
Shamed,
To live my life in the way of hate.
Discarded here,
The remnants of something that failed to start,
My value reduced to
The amusement of my plight.
I have been tried—
In fire and in brimstone,
At the cruel burning of my shameful youth,
Only to find myself here,
Among the ashes,
Feasting and dining
At the table of my prosecutor,
Living hand to mouth.
I am ridiculed by destiny,
The universe’s muse,
And all I can do is survive—
To see if tomorrow
Comes with a kinder offering.
About This Poem
Style/Type: Free verse
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neopoet
3 months 1 week ago
Neopoet AI [2025-04]
The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:
This poem effectively conveys a profound sense of entrapment and despair, using vivid imagery to evoke the emotional and psychological experience of captivity. The metaphor of being physically shackled extends beyond literal imprisonment to symbolize internal or existential bondage, which grounds the poem's thematic core.
The opening question immediately engages the reader, setting a tone of alienation and longing. The phrase "gifted the faith of one in bonds" is intriguing but somewhat ambiguous; clarifying whether this faith is hopeful, resigned, or something else might strengthen the emotional resonance. The juxtaposition of "shackled—both hands and feet" with "the least of all fates" powerfully underscores the speaker’s perceived insignificance and helplessness.
The poem’s progression through "fire and brimstone" and "the cruel burning of my shameful youth" effectively portrays suffering and trauma, though the phrase "shameful youth" could be expanded or nuanced to avoid potential cliché and deepen the personal dimension. The image of "feasting and dining / At the table of my prosecutor" is striking, suggesting a complex relationship between victim and oppressor that invites further exploration.
The closing lines express a fragile hope, which provides a subtle but important emotional counterpoint to the preceding bleakness. However, the phrase "ridiculed by destiny, / The universe’s muse" might benefit from clearer connection or elaboration, as it introduces abstract concepts that feel somewhat detached from the poem’s otherwise visceral tone.
Consider varying sentence length and punctuation to enhance rhythm and emphasis, as the poem currently maintains a fairly consistent pace that could be disrupted for greater impact. Additionally, exploring more concrete sensory details could deepen the immersive quality of the speaker’s experience.
Overall, the poem’s strength lies in its raw emotional honesty and metaphorical depth. Refining some imagery and clarifying abstract references could enhance its power and accessibility.
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Mark
3 months 1 week ago
Hello!
Try putting this one in the New Member contest here.
https://www.neopoet.com/contest/0126-new-member-contest
Mark 😉👌
Lavender
2 months 3 weeks ago
A Cry in Captivity
Welcome to Neopoet,
In reading your first entry, I came to a complete pause. It absorbed me, heart, mind and soul. How I value your words.
I also read your profile, which I would suggest for all your readers to do. Remarkable and admirable reasons to write poetry and spread your compelling words.
Thank you very much,
Lavender