No Escape
I can't escape. You cannot see the barbed chains that bind me.
They weight my limbs, and drag my heart from my chest.
These shackles cannot be cut.
These chains broken or burned.
They shift and writhe about my body and soul.
Their subtle barbs tearing open old wounds; cutting fresh flesh to ooze new blood.
I find my heart struggling to pump my waning blood.
My precious strength falling upon the ground.
My soul shrivels from the loss.
These chains made of inescapable burdens.
The ceaseless needs of the inconsiderate.
The cruelty of monsters and fools. I cannot escape them.
What tools can one use to escape such ethereal chains? What freedom can be found there in?
How can one free themselves from the burdens others can't see when they are rooted so deeply inside?
