Stretched out,
Reaching for the stones right there in front of me,
Trying just to find the merest handhold.
Because,
If I’m ever going to leave this darkness,
Won’t I have to do it myself?
I’ve faced the gunshots
And
I’m facing the pain,
And
I know that I can’t stay where I am.
It’s just
That there’s nothing to hold onto
And no way to pull myself up.
I want
So badly to be cleansed & to walk again,
Though I’ve covered in my own sweat & blood.
I’ve faced the gunshots
And
I’m facing the pain,
And
I know that I can’t stay where I am.
My fists pound the street.
The tears flow down my cheeks.
And faster & faster does my heart beat.
I’ve gotta get out.
I need to get out.
So
I
Cry
Help!
Stretched out,
Another hand reaches for mine
And I have no clue who’s it is…
APN.
Copyright 10/08/2006