Unchain me.

Let me off the hook;

this that holds me imbalanced,

against the turbulence of life's tribulations.

Let me go, 

when my voice can still sing you.

Unchain my feeble arms;

give me a chance to breath afresh-

one last gulp of the acrid air,

before my lungs you deflate,

by your mass-

over my resigning frame.

Let me go;

though for my voice you are famed,

through my palms you've thrived-

to heights that crush my bare head. 

Unchain me,

when I still can stare,

when my lungs can still bare,

the scarcity of fresh air.

©Bunguswa.