Armoured Man

A weight that sat uselessly on the floor;
it would budge if i forced it to,
but pull too hard and the mass of it
cut into the ground below me.
A weight that dragged and fell,
made me heave and gasp in frustration,
but never held a sense of self
to keep me rooted on this island.
A weight that plunged to somewhere.
i couldn't retrieve it, as it cut into ankles
and caused me to bleed without warning,
drenching me with foreign emotion.