Reverberation
The shackles clattered against the roof of my head
and inside the chamber of my skull
blood splattered at the shot of a silent gun.
There was no noise yet I felt deafened by a sound
deeply engraved into the shell of my ears.
I scratched and pulled and skinned
until there was no flesh left on my wrist,
yet the shackles never ceased to clatter
against everything that I held dear.
What more could I do to be pulled out of this prison,
where I was bound against the desire of my will?
I dipped my fingers in the darkest abyss
chasing a fleeting spark of human emotion,
but nothing of what I found could help me fight
against what had already been done to me.
Oh mother, if only there was a way for you to know
how everything you said to me turned into a chain
Invisible restraints dug deep into my skin
bit down into my flesh and broke the bones of sin.
I was and I still am just the phantom of a child
who put himself in front of waves and thunders
to earn the gift that comes with mortal prowess
and prove that life is more than a shadow
you carry around: in heart, in mind, in soul.