A feeling just below the surface.
Shown the waves churning and pulling beneath the sheet.
Boxed in - phone a friend - or hopeless.
Covered existence bleeding bleak.
The drains flow one way and all stop in the game.
Buckles and straps won\'t help you relax.
Nor will these dead weighted chains.
Free dive and cover your tracks.
Plucking away at this life.
Hostage blue collar or knife.
Misery loves company.
What more does it take to be free?
Aches or earthquakes.
Love letters and heartbreaks.
Prison system or desert death.
Choke on your words or when he squeezes hold your breath.
Legs may go weak.
Stumbles with your feet.
Has the hero ever been the freak?
Or does he remain among the meek?
Shirts weren\'t meant to hide our pride.
Skin deep doesn\'t show turmoils inside.
Hidden shame or living a lie.
Close the curtain framed to die.
~Introverted Sage~
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