Contraptions Of A Life Forgotten Poem by Cameron Brooks

These chains of my past use to bound me
To a world which I no longer exist.
This seemingly interminable torture.
Restrained my ankles and wrists.

Fighting off the memories of a life in servitude
At one time considered my own.
I break this contraption of agony
To once again obtain my throne.

To be myself
And myself be loved.
Now I take action
From knees I rise
To break free from these chains

And sever the ties.
Of a past soon forgotten
And a future revealed.
These chains now busted

And these locks unsealed
To lose this bond and take control
would be a melisma of sorts
a thrill to my soul.