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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: June 27, 2016

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Chains blessed with pains hold me shackled to the floor,

As many keys I've tried the locks did deny,
So I dangled my feet at the edge of nothingness,
Begging to fall in.
My chains rattled and moaned giving way to nothing but the sounds of melancholy that ached from my throat.
As my voice echoed a raven came from my soul and found shelter amidst my prison,
Looking on in the distance, 
Perched atop bleeding memories.


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