Tether

The fine tether
that holds me together
doesn't seem to want to
anymore.

I miss the feel
In your country
Across the border line
I've drawn.

Every time we do this
It feels the same bad way
And willpower's not
my strong suite or forte

But my reasons
Are always the same
Compassion's weight
Keeps me in this state.

It's not for the sake
Of a broken sacrifice
But the betterness
Of your life.

And no matter the ache
Be it midday or midnight
I hold tight
To this concept of right.