The Chained Roads

Tired sight of darkness astounding, purple pieces with charm lost in rhyme.

Through mirrored ends, doused in flame, choked by sunlight, water drowning.

Sands of chained roads ended never again, faced with a friend, the one who travels alone and walks past time and foe.

Through storm and pine

against heat and predator

Again will regain the shard lost, the missing domino, the tossed jewel again.

Rewarded hands bludgeoned by life, by cruelty and shame.

It will never be again, as it has been before, a tidal wave of insecurities of obscure pain.

You will be free, You will find peace and with it; the door to the light.

Cast your ashes to sea and fly atop the wings of a dove

always time, always end, but till that day

You will have yours, your song, your piece of mind.

Your sun and moon in the sky.

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