Handcuffs

I begin

To slowly

Feel them

Around my wrists.

So many years

In and out

Of trouble.

The more

I get into trouble

The more they

Appear.

I can feel

Their cold touch

Cold metal.

Did I

Or Did I not

Deserve this?

Sometimes

I’ve tried

To redeem myself.

Unsuccessful

I always seem.

I keep sinking

Into a crime

Called life.

And as I

Go deeper

These cold irons

Seem to become

Much more clearer.

My hands

Are folded

I pray to God

I can try

To stop

The devil.

I look down

The cuffs slowly appear.

Keeping me away

From my freedom.

I hyperventilate

I can’t

Get rid of them.

I pull my hands

Away

But they always

Come back

To the same spot.

There will

Turn a day

When the handcuffs

Are for real

And it is not

Me just

Hallucinating.

I’ve been trying

To redeem myself

But when they

Become real

I will know

It is

Too late.