I bite my tongue
Bleeding out
I see survivors...
On the sure

Screaming thoughts
Got me caught
In the belly of the beast
I am pieced apart
As I fight to stay

Tracking back
Facing forwards

Stuck in the belly
Turns my knees to jelly
Petrify me paralyzed

Cries unheard
Knowing I'm anchored
And stuck on rung one
Survivors are speaking
In tongues...

And The cost of being a lost cause,
Overshadows the knows I know not of

Been here before
I keep coming back
For more

I think I get it---
As I am
Closing in on the shore...

A string of moments
Gather momentum quick
Making me seesick

Fingers snap and the undertow
Snags me and my knows
Pushed down and under- all round
Ferocious are these waters
And strong is the string that tethers
Pulling me back to that anchor

And ...

I see survivors
But I cannot hear

A hundred fears
Have their grip
Exhausted I flail
Trying not to bail
Into the sailaway dreams
Of rhetoric-
That seizes me unsound

Blind I am bound
Begging to be found
Drowned out by sounds
Words...double edged

I bite my tongue
Bleeding out
There is no saving for my sins
It ends where it begins...
The spot I cannot yet reach.
I give in...lay down my head
In this thorny bed from which I rose
All to do it again....


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