I Don’t Know What To Do
4 and a half years
4 and a half years wasted on something that’s seems so perfect at first glance
I find myself in a dark hole
I grasp at anything I can hold onto
A hand finds mine and pulls me into the light
The light I held onto for years flickers and burns in my hands
It’s so perfect
Everything is perfect
This is what everyone dreams of
2 years pass and more and more hands pull to keep me in the light
The hand that originally served as my anchor to the light starts to sink
Down
Down
Down
Down
Down
It hits the bottom of my conscientiousness
The chain that was wrapped around my arm yanks me
I fall into the abyss leaving everything I knew behind
The anchor holds onto me
Pretending to keep me safe
We slowly rise up
Forgetting what caused us to fall in the first place
The chain around my arm tugs and tugs at my skin
What can I do to escape from its grasp?
The bolt cutters seem so enticing
But will I really leave the anchor down at the bottom?
Knowing it could never makes its way back up
What kind of man would that make me?
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Feel like I’m cheating knowing the backstory…
But you have to find your way to rise. And sadly, sometimes that means…understanding a chain is still a chain, even if you understand and empathize with why it is.
The last line…sigh. Felt, man. Ending on that question makes it lingerrrrr.