I don't know if you will take this as a compliment (though I assure you it is), but your words fall of my tongue like Shakespeare's. Truly beautiful, and I could feel the emotions in this.

"This horrow was well forgotten, but all the same exists/It makes an involuntary inner loathing which will not detist./The wire grasp of the hateful thing constricts/While I have no other connection - still it convicts."

Interesting imagery you have created. Wonderful job.

Ashelin