Keys and Shackles

 I have lived with shackles 'round my wrists for three long years. 

Bound to you by death and by love. 

Trapped within this cage of your heart -

I could not see what you have done, 

I could not imagine what I have become. 

I've fed off all the scraps of affection you have thrown at me,

I drank all the tiny sips of you that you were willing to share;

And I was grateful -

Happy even, at this small gesture of mercy. 

It was to tame the beast within me, you said. 

But the beast never showed itself. 

I was a lion, and you were my keeper. 

You were training me for this circus called life. 

You pull your whip, and I dance at your command, 

You touch me and I go silent. 

It was thrilling at first, 

Being bounded by you. 

Until the shackles made up welts, 

And the cage turned claustrophobic - 

The satisfaction I felt, slowly turned into hunger.

The tiny scraps weren't enough, 

As the beast finally showed itself -

Because of you. 

The beast that was never there, 

Now claws its way at me every now and then. 

Every time you brush my hair, 

Or whisper to me words of love,

The beast awakens. 

It thrashes inside me, 

Ready to come out.

It squeezes my heart,

Begging me to listen. 

But I have no intention to leave. 

So I have yet to free my shackles, 

With the keys that have long sat within my reach. 

Reviews

[Justin]

that was really good, there was a lot of emotion in it :) great job :)

[Carissa Marie]

Thank you so much for reading :)