What Hold

What hold this has on you

Heavy shoulder

Your feet tied to the floor.

Your former self would

Hate these fixtures

Of metal wire and wood.

As you lay down in

Stranger's linen

The bluish scars you hide

Reminisce of sweet addiction

Strings you never tied.

Would you bend these bars

That hold you

Keep you from the peace

And stillness come.

And lay your head

Beside a better burden

Until the heal has come.

As you depart from

Short duration

And cut the bracelet off.

The withered arm and

Port of entry

The living for the numb.

I would bend these bars

That hold you

Keep you from the peace

And stillness come.

And lay your head

Beside a better burden

Until the heal has come

You will see sunrise again.