The Toxic

Let the toxic out
Cut cords holding
Me hostage in anxiety
Fueled by the past
Intent on digging in
Deeper its claws go
But no more, no more
I wail because I am
No longer living
A ghost in passage
Of my own time
And torrid lifestyle
Making sporadic contact
Poetic code in ink and page
Determined to not let
The cords weigh me down
Yet I let them win again
But no more, no more
Let the toxic out
Cut the cords