The Chains That Bind Us

My man's chains consist of invisible links.  At least they are invisible to me.  They are chains of images:  on a computer screen, on a billboard, in a magazine, and in his mind. 

His chains bind me as well.  They have put a weight on our marriage that is almost unbearable at times.

The darkness closes in, and what will I say?
Leave me, my love, and always stay away?
Do not embrace me, lest your pain become mine,
But take it to another place, leaving me behind.

I cannot say these words,
I do not feel them in my heart.
But what can I do with all this pain,
That tears my soul apart?

God, please break the chains,
That bind my husband's mind.
Help him give it all to you,
And leave this slavery behind.