To Be Free

A poem, by Brighty.
Companion to Broken Promises
Silver claws
They struck my throat
I was trapped there
There was no escape
I wanted to be free
But free was an impossibilty 
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White knuckles
Pressed against my chest
I felt weak and alone
Nobody was there to rescue me
I wanted to be free
But free was an impossibility
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Cold eyes
Dug into my soul
Making me worthless
Worse than I already was
I wanted to be free
But free was impossibility
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Drops of blood
Dripped off my face
As I died on the road
Away from the race
I had wanted to be free
And now, free is my only possibility
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