Cold and clanking,
Someone's yanking
On the chains that bind me.
I slip and fall
But cannot call
Out for a recovery.
Blank and broken,
Gotta be jokin'
How will I survive?
Bruised and bloody,
Beaten and muddy,
No living being can thrive
When trapped in body and in mind
By the cold clanking chains that bind.
About this poem:
This poem is dedicated to anyone who has been stuck in an abusive relationship. Clawing your way out is far from easy, and the road to 'recovery' is often fraught with difficulties. Keep fighting. Those chains are escapable, I promise.
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