Bound in Chains, Wheighted in Vain

To be wraped in chains and bound in-vain, to be ignorant of trust and love. To lay bound and broken wishing not to move, to stay sound and softspoken seemed to be my only way out. May I continue to rest in my fril and tired form? Or will some one wake me from where I lay and lift me past where I've gone astray? - Howler
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When I wrote this I imagined a chained and beaten wolf, begging for a way out, yet staying silent in it's pain.