Can you help me cry at night unleash a raceway for tears to streak down this modest cheek
Why are you never there
A ghost through my soul
Each disappearance takes a trace of me
Fine knits to hole filled sweaters to rags to degrading string terminus
Cut a skid mark on my neck
Let that rope engrave its self
Work its way in a familiar sawing pattern
Fibres displacing muscle fibres
As biceps bulge and veins on foreheads emerge
Pull
Grip
Strengthen
Rid the quarrel
Just give me some motivation
To
Set
Myself
Free.