feel it
the brace on your ankle
the beast on your back
the chain that hinders
the tar that traps

hear deafening echoes
know each silent yell
falls not like thunder
but rather rain into the well

tread lightly now
the well-worn roots
form darker nests
where black wings roost

the tide comes in
choke on what you cannot swallow
it is your anchor
and it has come and left you hollow