Chained

The monotony of the day
Searching for another way
Living in this rusty cage
In the dust of my foolish rage

I wonder where I came from
Why it’s left me feeling numb
Why I’m not able to run free
And be the person I want to be

Thoughts roll through my head
And pull at the knot of my thread
Waiting for a ship lost in the sea
Wondering what will become of me

I sit alone and rattle my chain
It helps keep me alive and sane
Nothing to do but count the hours
Amid petals from wilted flowers.


A poem by Jason S. Sullivan, 08-05-20

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