Chains

You speak of mercy,
And you sing of forgiveness.
Do you know them yet?

You clothe me in chains,
Yes, chains of my own making
And unbreakable.

I cast them aside.
And I tore them asunder.
They lay at my feet:

The shackles, broken.
But they're never forgotten,
They aren't forgiven.

Their scars still burn hot.
Their weight never leaves my back.
They still pin me down.

You speak of mercy,
And you sing of forgiveness.
I have paid my debt

And more. I am done.
Do I truly deserve this?

I'm tired. Let me rest.

The chains are still on.
I am a prisoner here
Alone. Forgotten.

Tossed on the scrap heap
Like the shackles that wear me,
Reddened and ageing.

And they bind me fast,
Old in looks yet fresh with strength,
Where I am fatigued.

You speak of mercy
And you sing of forgiveness.
A song I won't hear,
A peace I won't get.