the clash of frightful teeth
the piercing gaze of defeat
how the barbel encloses tightly
to the path which holds truth,
on the run, feet set in panic
the labored breathing and
knots rattling in our rib cages,
coming along we balance the cup
and try, try we must
to keep the warmth
from spilling into abyss,
yet always, like always
our clothes get snagged,
our hearts put into relapse
at every attempt to leap
over the intertwined barbel,
so difficult to face the stones,
the pebbles skipped across the waters,
the ripple of those reflections
the desperation to hold on,
yet never, never we know
always standing on the other side
watching the stones skip away
and hearing our own lives pass away,
the barbel cuts into our skins
and dear, dear it hurts so much
wondering for the entirety of our hearts
and the sands of our entity