Barry A. Lanier - Broken Chain

Naked were the lifeless tree's.
Once stood over the pasture and mead.
Palpable ice in my veins,
Chilled by the grip of it's reign.
Release these chains,
Consecrate my pain.
Slice after slice,
I feel the life.
Warm, slipping away,
Immersed in red.
The drain of pain,
No longer the same.
The chain is broken.

Barry A. Lanier

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