Chained

In a dream, a light beam

and a body laying there

tied in chains, tethered pains

and silence, then whispered prayers. 

Naked, she glistened, and blood christened

the soul be destined to gaze

with no emotion, like a frozen arctic ocean

life existing in the haze.

Into sleep she escaped, but then she was raped

by nightmares all her own

of times past, the broken glass

forever embossed in stone.

She struggled to wake, no breath could she take 

the chains held her tightly bound

then she gasped, and quickly grasped

that hers was the only sound. 

Out the lone window she peered, and clearly appeared

Life in its breath-taking glory

then she recalled the gore, the inner war

that had become her own life's story.

Time, it ticked, each second it tricked

one minute seemed like forever

all she could do, was to think, and she knew

the chance of her chains being severed.

She had to accept, and suddenly she wept

emotion flooded, drowning her eyes,

though the shackles fell, she remained in her hell

and I woke with the sunrise.