Leashed.

The present is yet unbared

I may be laid upon your hands
But dear, o dear
To be here is so unclear

My oh my nothing is yet feels like this
The bruises are still visible
Then why oh why
The length of time that I undergo
Gives the impression,
that I've been anesthetized

Can you see?
Do you see?
Ceaselessly I am ill-equipped
Vision a leash,
Oh how I fancy that.