the chain.

i am a chain.

with irony links of fate,

my father's hands,

my mother's eyes.

destined to be severed

and welded again.

yet the forge's steel,

remains the same.

melted and beaten

over a shoddy anvil,

to form the perfect loops.

i am a woeful reminder.

your selfless acts of self love,

set us apart.

to love your best life,

to take your sons heart.

with your riveting hammer,

i will forge something beautiful.

my own twisted link.

in the end. i'm still you.

i am a chain.

the tool which holds their fate,

my father's reprise,

my mother's sake.