Chains
Waking up in the middle of the night,
Opening my eyes,
Tears begin to fill them,
As I see standing before me,
The most terrifying thing,
Me,
I see me,
Bound by chains around my wrist,
Clothes ripped,
Cuts and scars all over,
Blood pouring and dripping from every wound,
Pain in her eyes with bloody tears
running down her cheek as she whispers,
“HELP ME!”
It was a whisper but I heard it so loud,
With nothing to do or say,
I just stare and cry and watch as
she fades away,
Out of sight but never out of memory.
