Shackles Poem by Erick Music

Bound by life’s struggles, convinced that the sight of hope is the sight of your life dangling by an endless rope. Hung on a tree without leaves as it stands alone in a desert where even wishes do not believe.

No matter how much you fight and try, the only comfort that quenches your soul is the warmth of your tears as you sit and cry.

All desire to fight washes away, no more Christmas days, no more Birthday wishes to sing away, no more hope not even as you pray.

Silence as the door of your life is shut closed, as they lower you down, all you hear is the wood as it crackles. This day is the day I am released from my life’s shackles.