Not a Chain

By Amanda R

I shall never forget, the stories I've been told

The ones about the night, chambers, and strife

The abyss and shallowness that forces the cold

And all those that were led scattered into the afterlife

I shall never forget the stories of cheer

Broken glass cries of joy

The ones where people gather

Sing and dance away from the goy

I shall never forget the past it's true

I'll never forget the blue and the red

The smoke, the fire, and the roots which grew

The dead that has been threaded in my head

For that is what hath shaped me,

And not which hath chained me