TrystanBehm

Bone

It pierced my blistering innards

The unknown being that haunts my…

Conscience?

Couldn’t decide where I left, so many lefts

Deprived of their rights

Never reaching their goals

Spinning in circles

Circles, spinning and lifting

We rise and see

But don’t understand

I know.

I want to be satisfied

Until my cheeks are red

And I have grass stains on my knees

Buckle as my heart pounds

Fear turns into sweat on palms

Take these hands

Hold them close

Let me in…