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Here I sit; sweat drips down my forehead and splits silently, into the abyss.
Broken, shattered, these bonds hold me to a dream I couldn’t complete, weak,
Not knowing what happens next until the floor separates from my feet, still not complete
These words seem to fly away lethal to anyone it may meet.
Still, I make my way down the street until my feet can’t keep up with the chains.
These bonds promise me something they can’t keep; still, my thoughts are locked away.
Beneath them I sit, shackles overhead keeping me grounded, surrounded, helpless.
I wait, I can’t keep still, the world is falling beneath me, but only at my feet.
It mocks me, I can’t keep-won’t keep this promise.
Dragging me down are the very bonds of my existence, I fight the urge to stand.
These cuffs make me who I am, I just pretend they are not there, yet they fill the air.
I do not care, for I am still there, I am here, I am everywhere.
Everywhere I want to be until these bonds break down on me.
I sit, broken, restless, this is my legacy, this is an eternity, this world breaks down under me.
I stand my ground, these shackles fall beneath me, to the next person to be carefree.
It will not be me.