Day 24: Broken Chains

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Self-deceit is a foulmouthed teller of lies.

I am one to tell since I been thoroughly baptized

Into the order of his unfortunate fellowship.

And I’ve been duly done in by surface relationships.

Cause I been

Racing against walls by all means invisible,

Tripping over rocks that were remotely mental,

So eventually I got unstable

By leaning my strength on things inconsequential.

Erratic tendencies

Been the bane of my struggles, from my spot on a ledge facing the future,

The past returns to haunt me like the hordes of nemesis.

You tell me, what soul suffers a seizure

At the invasion of delectable ecstasies?

My mind is all worked up

At the very instance of peace;

I hear the voices of the storm

In the perfect center of tranquility.

I conquer wars

Only to fuss over a battle,

Tilting at windmills

As easily startled as cattle.

I searched for answers in winds

That cooked up a tempest in a teacup.

My entire faculty experiences disequilibrium

Cause it’s taunted by a faceless, nameless crowd.

But all the while broken chains is all…

I know how stupid that sound

But broken chains is all…

Though, my mind still argues against it now,

I know beyond a doubt

Broken chains is all that held me bound.

And it’s straight out o’ the horse’ mouth,

Broken chains is all that held me down.

Akpan