Free man’s chain (steel on skin)

 

A chain made of steel

Found once in the street

Locked around fresh wounded meat

Before the skin even heal

 

Almost touching vein

Of the one who wanted dead

As tears used to descend

Cooling off the pain

 

As old as childhood dreams

When life he tried to end

Saved by a friend

And mutend all his screams

 

A chain of metal and rust

Once removed from dust

Steal to shield his heart

A hope, a new start

 

A lucky charm

For years around that arm

Until he touched heaven’s door

Needed it no more

 

Thrown in a memory box

So is hope and despair

And pale now it looks

And now he wants to wear

 

The free man’s chain

For now he is in pain

For the heart naked rests

For he’s about to slice his wrist

 

Opens the box of wood

For hour he has stood

The good memories that remain

Are scars and a rusty chain

All screams within

For steel on skin

Until all sorrows fade

Either that or a blade

 

Author's Note

The poem is about a bracelet I used to wear all the time, reviews are welcomed

Reviews

[YouoweYoupay]

A chain of darkness, pain, and comfort at once all thrown into a memory box, we turn around to look at it again once healing seems to have rertreated, once we sense the pain planning on striking back. I loved the details in this write. Interesting. Thanks for sharing.

-Wella.

[Nyida Strong]

Memories are attached to things. Jewelry most especially. What hat that bracelet seen before it was worn, after? I noticed one slip:

As old as childhood dreams
When life he tried to end
Saved by a friend
And mutend all his screams

Should that be "muted" instead of mutend? If not, I'm sorry. Either way, wonder work.

N. Strong

[No use.]

such powerful sentiment
a bracelet isn't just something that wraps around your skin

[M.Kilani]

BTW the poem is about a bracelet I used to wear all the time

[nono]

This is beautiful I wrote a poem a while ago similar to this though the words and everything is different! Though I'd say the idea is pretty much the same. This is awesome and I love how amazing you expressed it. I mean who doesn't wanna break out? lol! Nice job!

[Coyote Poetry]

Those chains can in prison us and keep us safe. So much struggle to grasp understanding. The complete poem was very good. I had to read a few time to catch everything.
"Until he touched heaven’s door"
A outstanding poem.
Coyote


Needed it no more