In His Grasp

September 1, 2007
Existential me Grounded Pinned to the bed of razors Held there Immobilized by hatred I look up And see no one Are you gone? Or am I blind? I can't see It's dark Then I find myself gasping for air Still frozen I can't move And you don't care Daddy? Are you there? Why won't the ground swallow me? Get me out of here Away from you It makes me sick to look your way A chill runs down my spine When we cross paths I turn around and run Close the door behind me Fall to my knees and cry And remember

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