My fists are clenched
held to my chest
unending fear
proximately near
to the space containing my breath
My knuckles white
my skin drawn tight
the veins they pop
composure stops
the tears roll further in the night
A spot on the wall
to give it my all
the hole is wide
just like inside
the rift in my chest filled with gall
The moment gone
the distance long
time passes quick
my eyes are tricked
what I once thought truth is now wrong
You are the key
come set me free
uncage my wings
my heart may sing
the song it sang when you met me
The lights are dark
without the spark
of embers alive
nor hearts to thrive
no more dreams for us to embark.
My Fists Are Clenched.
Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 11:20 PM UTC
My fists are clenched
held to my chest
unending fear
proximately near
to the space containing my breath
My knuckles white
my skin drawn tight
the veins they pop
composure stops
the tears roll further in the night
A spot on the wall
to give it my all
the hole is wide
just like inside
the rift in my chest filled with gall
The moment gone
the distance long
time passes quick
my eyes are tricked
what I once thought truth is now wrong
You are the key
come set me free
uncage my wings
my heart may sing
the song it sang when you met me
The lights are dark
without the spark
of embers alive
nor hearts to thrive
no more dreams for us to embark.
My Fists Are Clenched.
whenever anguished i always notice my fists are closed in on themselves and clenched tight, and squeezing them harder makes the pain go away