Tethered

the inability to make a choice.

that is what keeps me tethered. 

the days & nights start blending;

becoming something hard to describe & uncomfortable to sit with.

they don’t freeze or progress.

they just exist around my silhouette

& i’m forced to let it. 

the uncertainty.

the inability to bang the gavel.

that is what keeps me tethered.

wielding swift justice in one hand & dangling hope with the other.

i have no reason to stay.

but neither do i have one to go.

so i let the chain of my hollow existence

continue to be welded to my anvil.

whatever happens, happens.

i’m tethered after all.