The Chains Poem by thaddeus dugan

Unleash the chains
The afterthougts of severe lovers
Are wakefull dreams
Which have no conscience remains
Freedom to be
Whoever I were
Before you unmade me see
That a man who breathes with a soul so breathless has no claim to free
That being; what truely is to be
Waking in middle day
Planning excursions
Finally eyes focus north by northwest, hence which away
Strife
Ah! but a second wife
To perry
for the first was heavy
Incisive indecision
Untouchable cuts employing its knife
The scars, fruits of wisdom
A souls guide, godspeed for afterlife