Harrow - Torch Runner

having my eyes ripped out would be a blessing-

to never have to see what i cannot reach.

why is it so hard for me to turn my back on myself?

forever stuck under the weight of this world,

and only because of my resistance.

I have the power to find my feet,

to stop this eroding earth.

but to rise in this would be an empty action-

as a dead tree still stands unaware.

is that truly power, or my fear?