Chains Poem by Maddison Miller

The Chains.
The rusted, looped, metal encasing us to life.
We feel the need to break these chains,
Feel the sweet embrace of nothing.
Nothing. Nothing.
Unnecessary freedom. Complete darkness.
We feel our selves lost without our chains.
Lost. Lost. Lost in darkness.
Simple metal in which cauterizes us to every issue,
With each link being molded,
Ourselves being further entrapped in ourselves.
The chains that reside in our pockets.
Our blood.

Our life source.

These dark, dark

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Chains.