you have a death grip
on dignity
More not needed.
Not now, not ever.
Let the rage course,
The tears, coarse,
Fall free,
When no ones looking.
The panic attack,
The body all a-wrack,
The fury unleashed,
The sobbing secret,
When no ones there.
I know, I know.
Small consolation.
Worse, no one to share,
Worse, the one to share,
Is the one making life unfair.
But all this pales by compare,
When the words out loud you speak,
The lodestar, the key phrase.
I hear them, though by proxy.
I read them, though far by mile,
I am comforted in the knowing,
That anyone who can write those words
Is stronger than most.
You
Have
A death grip
On dignity.
No more needed.
Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 6:58 PM UTC
you have a death grip
on dignity
More not needed.
Not now, not ever.
Let the rage course,
The tears, coarse,
Fall free,
When no ones looking.
The panic attack,
The body all a-wrack,
The fury unleashed,
The sobbing secret,
When no ones there.
I know, I know.
Small consolation.
Worse, no one to share,
Worse, the one to share,
Is the one making life unfair.
But all this pales by compare,
When the words out loud you speak,
The lodestar, the key phrase.
I hear them, though by proxy.
I read them, though far by mile,
I am comforted in the knowing,
That anyone who can write those words
Is stronger than most.
You
Have
A death grip
On dignity.
No more needed.
For the one who wrote those words.
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