A solitary light sparks
and it begins to consume
until it thins out
becoming a blur
Squeezing tentatively
at the sides
the shackles begin their work
to mould and straighten
The urge to break free
infests consciousness
and is equalled with the fear
of drowning in liberty
The time constrains
and the shackles become heavy
until the light lessens
into the comfort of darkness.
Mar 24, 2010
Mar 24, 2010 at 1:05 PM UTC
A solitary light sparks
and it begins to consume
until it thins out
becoming a blur
Squeezing tentatively
at the sides
the shackles begin their work
to mould and straighten
The urge to break free
infests consciousness
and is equalled with the fear
of drowning in liberty
The time constrains
and the shackles become heavy
until the light lessens
into the comfort of darkness.
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