clutching the sides

clutching the sides bruised and rain soaring the sea beyond throbbing, thrashing, and churning and the chains remains bind on him for many years, this has been his biggest setback his wall became a safe haven for him where one doesn't feel the pain now, he wants to finally let it go their names are carved in stones each tear represents and puts these stones into place the white tuxedo he wears is ripped into shreds and stained from trying to fight his chains its fear that ties him still fear of uncertainty fear of the unknown fear of vulnerability fear of despair fear of the pain that comes from you is it really time to set this individual free? he finds the key and unlock the cuffs he begins to stand, but later fall the sharp stones that smothers and litters the earthen floors of his cell cuts right into his pale flesh he doesn't feel fresh the stinging pain brings no tears into his eyes he stands and stumbles to the gates having alot on his plate his blood dripping all around him and on his white tux he unlocks the gate, hands shaking body shivering he walks through into the daylight he is free but why does it feel like he is still drowning?