The clouds.
They've hovered above me
for too long,
blimps of despair,
observing every wound,
every heart wrenching moment,
and laughing,
slimy smirks spread
across their bulbous balloons.
I, chained to the darkness
by the wretched rending
of my sad soul,
pray for an escape
from my maltreated mind.
And, like that,
I feel something on my shoulder.
I turn, to find that
a bright ray has
reached down from heaven,
guiding me out of my sharp shackles
and into the wide world,
where we will wake
from the solemn slumber
and revel in the time
we still have.
Spirited and lively,
the light launches forward,
glancing back at me
expectantly.
With a smile
and a sigh,
I rush after it,
my manacles cracking noiselessly
as they crash to the ground.
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