Faded, worn into the
dirt,
Eyes hollow, speaking
volumes that always seem
to hurt,
What wears the act is
just not you,
All over the place, yet
nothing seen through,
Spirited away in a cage
deep inside,
Shamed, but yearning, though
the thing seeks to hide,
The thing, that nasty thing,
Actions, twitches on a puppet
string,
Not you, not true, seen in
those eyes,
Hollow screams cannot hide
those twisted painful
cries,
Hold on tight, you'll fall
no more,
If you're going down, then
we both hit the floor,
Your root, your branch,
take a stance against the
dark,
Hold you up, pull you up,
reignite that spark,
Tensions relaxed, back on
track as we breathe life
anew,
No need for fear, wipe away
that tear,
We're going straight back
to you,
Cut that string, get rid
of that thing,
Sever the connection to
your very inner being...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman 06/19/2013
