Freedom

Clang the chains did against the door;

Shrill, the voice that evolved through moor.

Yet confined, the shackles, giving my fate,

Feet that carried once till heavens gate.

Entry prohibited, the chains mark;

In the name of God and 'gainst dark,

Setting forth a journey to end,

Like comets that travel to mend.

Author's Note

Is this worth being a poem???