I walk with a massive strain
pulling, slowing harming me with these heavy and rusty chains
hooked into me, locked into my very existence
every single hook is a promise, a fear, doubt
pulling harder everyday until all sides would tear me out
leaving me with the broken strands of a failed essence.
This burden grows lighter at times I dread
when it does, it is an omen of the hardships ahead.
A greater pull, more hooks to gash my tattered soul
pieces here and there are sewn forcefully together
in pain, in despair to repair the long standing gaps and holes
I submit with no jailer granting mercy or a hope to fetter.
This is my eternity over the curse of existing
a short forever which suspends the glimmers of tomorrow
to be held up in the self made deception of resisting
I remain here knowing this caused my death and will go ..
All I can do is hang by these bonds and drink from my sorrow.
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