Cemented Ink
I’m in the position of a responsible orphan
I’m left with no plan…abandoned
I turn aside from being caught up in denial, though I’m stumbling
upon affliction and bafflement, entangling me in its web
These unkempt, cemented words—they are strapping
The griminess searing through my skin and bone
I’m left in the chambers of my words
How can I talk myself out of this position?
They are cemented to my soul,
decaying in debris…chained to envy and fear
I write down my experiences with cemented ink
My fear-binding words weigh me down,
cemented with bewilderment
My toes trickle with grime…my life is but a frown
My body becomes weak… leaving me with a print
My depression dunks my head down
I write down my feelings with layered ink
Decaying in filth…chained to fury and terror
Chipping my soul…peeling away everything I adore
I am demolishing along with
my last lick of luck
How can I get out of here?
I’m left to find my own way out
The draftiness singeing through me…goose bumps
leaving scars of tousled emotions—they are strapping
These portraying words crawl in my cranium…
Perturbing my every thought
Abandoning all the doubtless hopes…entangled with uncertainty
My worries are shot
With ink…
blotching my heart
I’m unprepared on my flight
I’m in the position of a bewildered orphan…
lost in the ink-cemented night
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