Lost

I am lost.

I am found.

Beggers wish

my knees would hit the ground.

Supplicant

beholden

burning fires within

stoked

rage

despair

hatred.

Reaching out with chains

bounding

wrapping

staging your game…

no where shall you go

no where shall you pass

I guard

the virginal soul.

Send not your dart.

Dodging

tying to evade

pricked in the leg

pain

weary

desolation

flood my very being

tears soaking

dripping

filming my gaze.

My lips move

espouting

love

desire

truth

reality.

Falling to the floor

falling through the floor

escaping

fleeing

running

screams following me.

oh wait

they are my own.

January 27/19

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