Shackles
Whispers of lies are
Whisked away in chambers of his mind
He trains himself
Against the voices that criticize him.
A superficial barrier is all that stands
Between him and those
Sinister years.
He resents for being conceived in such a
House.
He wishes to be released from his shackles,
To feel the frost on his wrists.
To break from her hold,
He wants to be free, to be
Happy.
Just an idea,
A dream,
An incompetent wish,
Binding him to the ledge by
Shackles like vines upon his wrists.
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