Chains

Chains on my feet
Keep me from running
Away from this mess.
Until I’m set free,
I’m stuck in this
Pit of mud.

Chains on my arms
Keep me from climbing up
Out of the mud pit.
Where is the hope
That I’ll ever be free?
I’m alone and need home.

Chains on my brain
Keep me from thinking
Through this rationally.
They won’t let me see
That the keys are right
There.

I could escape
At any time
If I weren’t so blind.