Bound

It binds you,
  holds you in its grip.
Doesn't let go,
  makes sure you don't think.
Wound and scared,
  decisions won't come.
Fear is not freeing,
  it holds you close, hoping
You won't come
  to yourself and be rational.
It paralyzes and
  numbs you into dark places.
Hope doesn't live
  there and all you can do
Is save your own
  skin, yet some, some manage
To keep perspective,
  know themselves and are free.