My life
an off kilter path
running, while chained.
puddles of darkness
grabbing my feet as I go
sinking
slowly
my voice choking as the madness rushes in
I slip silently under the surface
broken
unfixable
yet I hold the dark water
and spill not a drop
but the light, oh the light
it runs out of me
through my cracks
lost
returning again and again to the
puddles of darkness
my reflection
cries with me
lost together
soul bound tumble weeds.
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