WITNESS
Controlled oxygen
the crack opens wide
I fall inside
Grasping, panicking
as an natural instinct
Clawing at the earth
the clay is blood red
Ruby beneath my nails
My asylum, my cage
and I rattle that son of a bitch
too many 3:00am trophies
And those ghosts, that haunt me
I engrave deep
Another notch, upon my headboard
there is no religion here
Just I scribble this void
I am that medium
that teeters to and fro
the ebb and flow
of a free spirit
What really matters
the inner being
screams
I pause
I break
Entering a sobering resistance
for the love of this Christ
I am co-existing with subliminal noise
Scrolling `thru the book of life
my name was there...never
For that ring of fire
comes closer
I seal my eyes shut
and open wide, my quiet voice:
"Hear me, for my trembling--
----is loud"
Written by,
Abby lynn
©
2013
Oct. 24
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