Mud Hole

The 2 A.M Writer

Another sinking baby into the mud

I'm lost in another state of repressed memory

Let the earth muffle my sound and whispers of grief

And let another Jesus bear my blessing when I'm broken

...

Losing in the game for my conscience

Lesser and lesser the drain must pull my urge

Until it becomes submerged under apathetic covers

White pupils and another day lost to myself

...

Somewhere I kick and fidget and scratch

Clawing out of womb

Out of my womb

What's mine is yours

Let me out of your womb

What's yours is never mine

Let me feed without umbilical

...

Crouching

Fetal

Crying

Nestling

I'm back in the Mud Hole

...

Welcome Home

  • Author: The 2 A.M Writer (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 30th, 2017 21:02
  • Comment from author about the poem: About slipping back into that destructive comfort zone, and the spiral back down into your own head
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • EnoBowie

    Sounds familiar.. Nice writing.



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