I Sold My Freedom For A Few Coins of Silver

I Sold My Freedom For A Few Coins of Silver, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

i was going
through bad times
i sold all my silver
all my silver things
i sold my camera
stock lock and barrel
i shut my shop
i mortgaged my wings
i gave up my freedom
besides other things
a thought in a teardrop
a memory that clings
my fingers are lucky
they still wear my rings
holes in my ears
my chunky ear rings
a spear half jutting
out from my neck
oh death where
is thy sting
held captive
in a gilded cage
an old song
he sings
enslaved
but not a
puppet
on a string