Bonded

Location

79930
United States
31° 48' 28.7388" N, 106° 28' 12.1296" W

I am bound to my chain
Never to be set free

The state of my confinement is one that is definite
A constant reminder that ensures my inhibition

My brief moments of release are ones of sanctuary
When the moon shines in the night and winds whisper
I slip into a state where reality is suspended for the time
My mind wavers and wanders to a fanciful utopia

There my shackles are broken
My chain is released
They are corroded and old
Allowing only the existence of the new

I am free to soar
I am free to fly
No more allowance of limitation

Sadly, my eyes are always reopened
They gaze upon smoldering reality
A harsh reminder that I am still chained
Never permitted to walk about freely

My skin is my chain
And my skin is my curse

I must be set free

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