A Cage and A Claw


It is the iron shackle that binds me 
The chains from which i shall never be free  
It is the shield that keeps me alive  
The armour which lets me survive  
   
It cripples me, brings me down  
Clips my wings and takes my crown
It strengthens me, aids me fight
Keeps me safe with all its might  

It weighs me down, a burden unwanted  
Stealing away the thoughts best warranted 
It makes me react, respond fast 
Ensures each breath is not my last 
  
It clouds my judgment, dulls my mind  
All my plots and plans get left behind  
It shows me more, my mind a whirl  
Preparing me for the events the unfurl 

An illusion you call it, made by my brain 
A chemical reaction, a mental strain  
And yet so solid, so very real it seems  
Tearing me apart at the seams  
  
A help and a hinderance, a cage and a claw 
It is both a necessity and a flaw  
Too much eats me up from inside out  
Yet it preserves my life, no doubt  
  
It is the iron shackle that binds me 
Making it impossible for me to live and be 
And yet if you take away my inhibitions, my fear  
Towards death alone shall my destiny steer

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