By  Onyeonoru Blessing

The chains you put on me are getting rusty and worn. The darkness you caged me within has become my companion. The days are slowly crawling into months. The months into dreaded years. The years into tormented decades and my fighting voice fades into weak and broken pleas. Your voice echos in my mind with the very words you spoke to me when we met. 'You'll beg to be free' I didn't know what I was getting acquainted with. I thought I could win the fight. But don't worry, the fighting monster is dead now. Come free the weak fragmented piece of me that's left. Before I finally fade. Please let me go.


Published on October 1st, 2022




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