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Poetry: Chains

by Lucinda Davidovna

There are scars deep inside me

From the chains that were there

Chains which still twist inside me;

Make me feel so scared.

They lay there attached

To balls of heavy lead

Which make my heart sink deep

And leave me for dead.

They twist grotesque patterns

In the skin of my heart

And from deep down inside me

They wrench me apart.

They lie in my stomach

They clank through my brain

And they don't stop their torture

When I can't bear the pain.

And sometimes I sit there

Alone, and I try

To stop the chains killing me

Deep down inside.

They feed off my sorrow,

My tears, and my sadness

And drive me right up

To the very brink of madness.

And I can't believe I'll

Ever be rid of these chains

Which twist, turn and torture me

Drive me insane.

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