Nov 19 2006
Floors, Heads, Wills (and Other Hard Surfaces)
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
