My mind is in shackles,

My head is a whirlwind.

How can I replace you,

You've only just broken.

I'm broken as well,

Shattered and cracked.

All I can do is die,

To get you back.

Author's Note:

I genuinely have no idea where the inspiration for this poem came from. I simply thought of the line, 'My mind is in shackles', and went from there.

-I. Quill