an anguish I can't speak
these things seem so meaningless
I am here, but at a cost
it holds me hostage with its vice-like grip
unable to simply walk away
and instead I choose this path you've laid
knowing the damage it will cause
layered more closely than I'd think
held together by tightly grasping fingers
afraid to let go, but gravity's doing its work
wrenching free that which I'd rather hold