~ Chained ~
Awake before a Dawn is dawning
And all is black and still
Except for the howl of the chained dog
Longing for fields to roam
Scents to explore
I supposed he was howling at the moon
But her face was covered in overcast clouds
And she had lost her illuminating glow
As did the chained dog howling for freedom
To be seen not mournfully heard.
I wish I’d the courage my bolt cutters to find
And free him from his circle of madness.