Turmoil
Turmoil, wrench your vice grip of vehement hands
You have forever locked at the base of my neck
Forbid my breath
Become my soul bearer
Ingest my kindness
Absorb my humanity
Devour my belief in the love I feel I deserve
For it has yet to encompass me
Rescue me from you
Copyright © Kyle Carlson | Year Posted 2020
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