Fierce and crawling

selfish needs find me

in a tangle of fears

A phone call away

my life drips through

the caverns I have created

in the demesnes of my mind

Uncovering something

quivering abolitionist

blue and black and red

feisty connotations

Hammer at the construct

to bring down the shame

bereft of emotion

at what price my fame?

Failing light will fall

guilty pleasures appear

in stark contrasts

the wishes of the dying

call to the unborn

smoking cinder frowns

fire across the brow

unsolicited forgiveness

cannot take my hands from

the plow

I hope someone will

find me

When I awake from this


And remember my face

As I tread toward


unburdened by disgrace

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