Reach Above and Beyond

Chained

Skin, flesh, and broken bones,

The things that keep me tied to your tattered throne.

You sit there with your obsidian eyes, glinting with glee,

As I lay there bloodied, bruised, and beaten on the ground.

My legs have forsaken me, and I am unable to flee,

As you continue to torment, the battered me.

Am I as insignificant as a single leaf,

Hanging by a single thread on a dying tree?

The ominous wind keeps blowing,

Shaking my foundations to the very core,

Hoping that my will, will falter,

And that I will be blown away by the very thing,

That had its own faith in me.

I can only hope and cling on,

Wishing that this torturous torment will end soon,

As you continue to try to break me,

Under this ruby-red moon.

With your barbed words that slice through my flesh,

Rending even the most stoic people, an emotional mess.

I feel the burning sensation,

The pricking feeling of my pain,

But it seems to barely register now,

In my own brain.

How long have I been here?

I must have lost track of time.

My body aches too much for me to realize,

That these broken limbs are mine.

As I reach forward, with these bruised hands,

Towards that faint light that shines through,

The crack of the wall that keeps me enclosed,

Still in your fabled halls,

I wonder if this is how my life was meant to be,

Here, subservient to your every whim,

Or is there a greater purpose, one of which that I am not aware.

But, what can I do, to break these iron chains?

That fasten me to your every will,

I cannot break them alone.

May they be attached to my own gravestone,

My heart might bemoan.