If I could have,
A thousand miles,
I'd go straight to you.

But I'm chained up,
In solitary,
Never to be freed.

Just holding on,
By a single thread,
Of wasted hope.

Surrendering myself,
Means death,
Hanging on,
Means torture.

Which should I choose?
Or should I let the tide sway me,
And make my decision?

My captors,
Are tormenting,
And will not let go.