William Fitzsimmons - 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

Written by:
WILLIAM FITZSIMMONS

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