In Chains

The chains holding me down

Grow tighter and tighter.

Until, at last, I am free

To float higher and lighter.

Whenever I’m bad, I go back in the chains.

Or when I’m mad, or sad, Or taken with disdains.

They scare me, those chains,

Yet they provide a comfort.

A comfort when hope drains.

They scare me so, and yet not,

Mostly because I never know

When they’ll become so tight

I’ll stay there to rot.

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