Your dead hands

Your eyes follow me,
-haunt me, judge me.

The one I prayed so hard to loose
lays cold in the ground.
I see your grassy grave
so hard to believe.
You were the sorrow, the pain
I felt in my heart.

I tried so hard to get away
in my daydream I escaped.
You were the body on my back
that held me to the ground.
My past was my shadow
always beside me.

Now you are gone-
and I remain the same.
The pain of resentment lays heavy,
I want to let go,
but your memory haunts my soul.
The pain of your anger stings my body
As I run from from your cold grip.

Out of your dead hands,
I can't break free.

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