Chains

Cold and gripping.
They restrained me,
They held me back.
They dug into my wrists,
They pained my ankles.
They kept me locked away.
Chains.
Horrible, awful chains.
They guard me day and night.
Strong and sturdy,
Cold and gripping.

Author: Matthew

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