Dear Chains

Dear Chains, 

I stop to look, find nothing around my feet,

 still feel your dreadful sensation.

Are you of my own mind’s creation?

To take a few steps is becoming arduous

when I drag you, heavy chains,

along with the rest of my pains.

Oh, how I wish I could get rid of you all,

take off your loads of deep blues.

as I do with agonizing shoes.

If I caused you to be, my strength of mind

will manage to craft a brand new key,

to unlock and set my feet free.

Then bare foot I will leap and run again,

to proclaim my control tower

and regain my lost willpower.

                      Sincerely yours,

                            Pupa