Untitled Poem by Jared Jones

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Lies, like heavy stones
Are piled on my back
The weathered leather that binds them
Cuts into my skin
Yet still I walk
For a beast stalks me
His creation was a beautiful thing
Long ago in my past
At first, he made my life simple
Hoarding all my dark secrets and fears
In a heavy, golden chest
Now, dark knowledge empowers him
It drives him to find me
The man who created him is long gone
I share his body
The lies, like stones, slow me down
Yet still I run

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