the dark side of poetry part 5: "chains"

“Chains”

 

He is the anchor slowly pulling you down.

Into the depths of the unforgiving seas.

Praying that you do not drown;

You try to swim to the surface gasping for air.

 

His failure is the chain wrapped around your leg.

Soon you will have to choose your path.

For you can only swim so long, struggle as you may.

Bound to him by a string of fate.

Deeper he falls into the endless abyss;

Sealing your death with a single kiss.

 

Constant pathetic insolence enabled by your blind ambition.

He drags you to your death, chained to his inhibition.

 

Standing strong you stand no more.

You stand alone on the ocean floor.

Save the leg, the body dies;

Drowning in the tears you cry.

 

Suffering together you have a chance.

Without your leg let’s see you dance.

I watch you falling down to your murky death.

 

Time traps ten thousand trailing tears.

You reach out to me, but you are out of reach.

The pain, like fire it burns, it SEARS!

 

I watch you go from an angel soaring wings spread wide.

To fall like Icarus crushed by blind tears and pride.

 

I stood by you to be your rock through the ages.

Only to watch him become your cages.

 

I stand and watch the tears I cried;

You dragged deeper and deeper.

Cut the leg off; breathe one last time.

Keep the chain on; fall fate to the watery reaper.

 

Chains of despair, solidarity, wrath, and sorrow.

Digging deeper, tying you down to the ground.

Chains that tear through today into tomorrow.

To the bottom; I will watch you drown.