What it means

Our struggle with the atrocities, aberrations and absurdities

are that which make us cry and curse and fight causes.

We re-negotiate and regularly re-new our fights,

We struggle & storm and strain with straps of cold steel.

We writhe. And fight. And pull. And struggle some more.

And then we stop and we hear that vast silence—the abyss.

Bleeding wrists and ankles…how did it ever get this bad ?

Why?

[Thoughts while in restraints - The Innocent,
yet "restrained" shall remain unnamed]

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