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Shackle and Chains

A cold December night;
I try to hold on.
But I could not.
Fingers slip off of me
Revealing my vulnerability;
Open for enemies to see.

My disguise is gone,
Ripped away from me.
I try to hold on
But why hold on to something broken?
It can't be fixed or replaced,
So my heart is left in the open.

There's a dark force all around;
Will you be my lantern?
Show me the way to the end of the tunnel,
Until I find what I was searching for?
I try to hold on,
But my grasp slips and I fall into the oblivion.

Something's slinking in the shadows.
Something's banging under the bed.
My trembling hands lift the covers;
Red eyes full of malice wink from the darkness.
Cold fingers press against smooth flesh, trapping my wrists.
Pulling, tugging, dragging me to the hellish void.

I try to hold on, but I wrote my signature in blood.


I've already sold my soul to the Devil... And it's too late to save me now.




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AimeeRichae said...
Mar. 2, 2012 at 10:48 am:
Amazing! KEEP WRITING!!!!
 
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readaholicThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Feb. 15, 2012 at 7:16 pm:
Great poem :) I feel the need to say 'need more' like I tend to do on your work, but I realize that that would be irrelevant here...but more would be nice...
 
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