Constriction Conviction

You have a choice.

Writhe against the chains enough, you'll quake the earth - make it rain.

Die in metal's hollow hold, there'll be no ache, swallowed whole.

But lying in those binds at night, fading 'gainst the dying light

Can't you question "is it right?"

Or have you have no soul?

Author's Note

This is a short poem. It is meant to be short and to the point.

Reviews

[Matching Socks]

Interesting. Good write.
Is this meant for a woman who belongs to another man?
Just curious.

[RFDIII]

It could really be applied to anything - the root is addiction. Love, drugs, anything.

[Matching Socks]

Ahhhh, ok. See I took it to mean that the binds at night were the marriage bonds, a marriage that isn't right. Ok, I can totally see how it can apply in many different ways.