I am lost,
dust collects
upon outlined memories.
Emptiness collides
with every step I take.

I am binded.

Recoiling centimetres
of ribbon
decorated with words spoken.
Reclaiming warmth,
not quite dissipated.

I am binded, I am wrapped.

Secrets wind,
twisting arcs of betrayal
around beams of light.
Walls push inwards,
accusing.

I am binded, I am wrapped, I am handcuffed.

Whispers arch
towards the surface,
leaving aching echoes.
Every corner piled
with unwanted thoughts.

I am binded, I am wrapped, I am handcuffed, I am trapped.