When I Befriended the Shackles

A descort poem

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I showed enough courtesy to my death
Trying to break the deadlocked teary protocols, the precious pearls I lost
My soul suffocated while forgetting dreams one by one
Unsettling, vaporized thoughts engulfed my senses
Some random nightmares, terrible heartaches remained all along
Forced me to tear up his last periwinkle flower