falling

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he hid it well,

those years of hell,

tears rusting chains pulling him down,

hands stained brown,

tugged and tugged,

climbing metal rungs,

blood-crusted flesh,

cracked hope repressed—


falling

                          falling

         falling


—night cloaking withered heart,

quietness shrieking, his soul scarred,

drowning sounds of slithering chains,

couldn't hear the stars whispering in vain,


I see you.

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