10/26/2017
When the clock ticks slow
and the lights dim low
overwhelmed with fright
in the darkening night
you come to me
to set me free
from the chains that bind me
to thee.
Years have passed
since my last
breath of fresh air
steps without care
now with the chains unlocked
I gaze at the clock
seconds pass by
fear draws nigh.
With my freedom at hand
naked I stand
unsure where to go
as the clock ticks slow
comfort I found
when I was bound
no steps to take
no decisions to make.
Better it may be
when I was not free
held down by your hand
no room to stand
now enslaved by my fear
I call you near
no better than before
chained to the floor.