Chains.
Rattle those chains
until they shatter into
a thousand pieces of regret
all over the floor.
Lego-sharp reminders
of dreams not followed
people not loved
ideas forgotten.
Brittle shrapnel souvenirs
of mistakes made
people left behind
ideas ignored.
But, don't even look at them.
Their sparkle will make
you think of diamonds.
Don't even touch them.
Their silky veneer will remind
you of your first pet.
Dont even sweep them up.
Their music as the hit will hypnotize
you into believing them.
Let them lie there
wallowing in their deceit
as the implore you
to collect them and
to cradle them once again.
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