The Shackles of a Prisoner

Written by: roman cavazos

I am a prisoner, and a victim of myself. 
As a condemnation of a forever lonely soul becomes more realistic, 
the shackles bound to my ankles tighten, and assume a more dense form. 
these are the shackles of my own imprisonment. 
they drag me beneath a bottomless ocean, 
where the most horrid creatures reside. 
with no escape, 
I am forever falling.