Tied around my ankles
Are the shackles of my mind
Each link molded from the past
By every thought I weighed on
Bonded together with the words
That welded like a hot flame
Melted each link together
To form the weight I carry
And like the welded pieces
I cannot break them apart
Only struggle to drag them behind
And hide them in my shadow
So no one can see
The weight I am shackled to
YOU ARE READING
Mourning Skies
AcakDark poetry, slam poetry, love poetry, five word stories, and my deepest thoughts
