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I am torn in two
although the halves
need not be equal.
A chain around my ankle
drags me to the corner
of a darkened room.
Enshrouded by shadows
depression swells
clanging metal chains
other tortured souls
living in the darkness
on the edge of hell.
Oh yeah I feel its pull.
But on the other hand
a promised land, calls
upwards, onwards
homeward bound, I fly
around the edge
of heaven, angels soar
and I dare to tread
towards the glorious light
whispering, calling,
no pulling, no fight.
I am torn in two…
one part dark
one part light.
But that’s okay,
it’s normal
it’s life.
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