awake i wanting
to be escaped from this
prison shackles around my legs
they weigh me down and make
shackle sounds as i try to walk away
from the past
like a christmas carol i am a marley
ghostly i am stuck
in my past
cannot seem to get to the presents
no future
instead contemplating becoming an orniment
on some tree
way out in the cold cold woods
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