Unbroken • Poetry

IV

When I move I move slowly, carefully
Edging closer and closer to home
Inch by inch, I work my way
Patience comes easily when I'm alone

My arms, weighed down, lay limp
By my sides, forgotten, broken
And with every step I see it
The golden links, the token

They glint and shine in my mind's eye
Clean and clear and new
Newer than these chains, this weight
I curse myself, cut myself too

I watch the blood, transfixed
Oblivious to the drudgery and weight
For a second, just a golden second
And the moment is passed, I am late

Red splashes onto rusted grey
Vibrant, blinding, dull
The weights I drag scratch the ground
A monotonous cacophony, a lull

My eyes are dead, lids dragged down
By the drugs I take to make me strong
My cheeks hollow, drawn
The drugs harm me, I've known all along

But at least they let me out
Into dreamland
Where I feel nothing
Not even a helping hand
Just chains.

Autumn 2015

A/N This is utter teenage angst crap I have no idea why I'm publishing it...