A Slave to Fear

                   A Slave To Fear

He came into the room a little slow
And announced that Kismet was his name
No pomp or circumstance with him
A victim of fate was his acclaim

He'd been wronged for many years
Put down and slandered was his bane
A man with a hollowed soul
And I marveled how he could restrain

An obviously gullible soul for years
His emotions under tight reins
Staid and sober now meek and mild
A slave without any chains

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Words required to be used by "Para/Poem Challenge "Open""  in this poem:
         Kismet...Pomp...Marveled...Restrain...Gullible...Staid