Chains

The chains around my neck strangle me.

They are like weights on my ankles,

threatening to drown me in the sea.

I try to come up for air,

but the heaviness of my soul is killing me.

Like an eerie presence that never leaves.

My thoughts are on a downward spiral.

Like a rock in my stomach.

The toll on my heart is beyond repair.

It is a stain on my soul that won’t wash out.

It’s a ghost whispering in the dark,

“You will never be free.”

Like an endless fog that consumes,

it locks me up like a prisoner.

The secrets I won’t face destroy

and rot my heart like an apple.

A tangle of webs entraps my soul.

It’s the echo of an unspoken word.

Throwing me into my own grave,

becoming a life of hell.