Tessellation
Dig deeper,
Nail treasure chest,
Hope, faith, serendipity,
Wipe away blood,
On stormy sea floors,
Turn over the books,
Tear them apart.
This is not a game.
Fear of losing,
Is your weakness.
Throw out the rule book.
Scrounge the last drawer,
On your knees,
Because prayers
Cannot be heard,
When you shout.
Hear that voice?
Small, silent, ignorant
Of knowing
The taste of victory?
Catch that voice,
Before it retreats,
Truth barrels
Resounding,
But you cannot hear.
A gentle humming,
Like birds in black
Forests huddled tired,
To take flight.
You hide from who?
Your own face
Or is it mine?
I don't need to see
Or hear you.
I'm on the floor,
Scratching nails
Underground,
Holding on tightly
To the love
You can't find.
This is not a game,
This is not a grave.
In the remains
Of what could not stay,
I hold your bones,
I quietly pray.
Sometimes,
You are beneath
The soil,
Dragging me down.
I let go,
I do not wish to drown.
Look again,
The bottom most drawer.
A rope kept hidden,
For you
To pull me out.
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