What Hold - William Fitzsimmons

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

You will see sunrise again

You will see sunrise again

You will see sunrise again