This boy in chains
Trapped in a time and place
Far from here and now
Waits for his rescuer
1
When they found the larder empty
They filled it with stones and bones
Placed it on a raft to sail
In the middle of the lake so deep
They toppled the chest full of crone
In black waters to obscurity and quiet gale
So that time would never whisper what it keeps
2
This boy in chains
Stands still and quiet
In a storm of decades of rage
3
Waiting on decay to raise the stench
When it reached the floor to lie on its back
A cloud rose and the disturbed sediment swirled
Into the sunlit blue her face to heaven peers
She looked upon them with sadness and dismay
As every out-stretched curl of wave did lack
To reach the shore they wrong, their path unfurled
In the cold waters summer storms Sunday still and grey
4
This boy in chains
His only friend disappeared
On a rainy night
Was left alone in the wilderness
5
The house was abandoned the door resounded hollow
The grounds were ruins of phantom laughter
The windows were empty without reflection
The only place of safe joy was now sorrow
A place where toys are now relics of yesterday’s marrow
We walked away and kept looking at reminders
To remember she told me upon my assertion
That they had vanished, no they fled from hurt and sorrow
6
This boy in chains
Was caught in a sun-filled
Dungeon pulling wings
Creatures that would take flight
7
The forest scent thick of pine and birch
Poplar and thicket with summer sun
Raising morning mist beating through the damp
The safest refuge on the highest perch
Trailed walks of solitude in open fields heated runs
In search of a phantom cemetery camp
Deep into the woods of a child’s
Imagined abandoned church
8
This boy in chains
Found a key to undo
The knotted twisted lock
In elixirs and incense of escape
9
Decades of turbulent storms from the wolf’s howl
Serenades cursed through the winds song
Tirades escaping the lips of this lover’s desperate sigh
Only want the freedom you took from a foul
Twisted dark from fate so strong
Faded forgotten into that breath that sighs
Folded neatly tucked into the dark
Scraping and cutting my bowel
10
This boy in chains
Folded and in pain
No one clued in
To this twisted lock

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