I want to crawl
belly to the dirt
face to the floor
like this pain is worship
where I bleed at its feet
and lick the grime from its boots
lap up the poison that burns my veins
slow
draggin
each inch a fight
concrete peel back the skin
on my knees
nails ripped down to nothin
I want to be small again
to belong to it
to be swallowed clean
by the burn
the weight of wantin
pullin me deeper
into the dark
there’s no mercy in this crawl
just the silence that follows “no”
just the ache of need
the stubborn echo
of a hunger I can’t outrun
of a shadow I’m always standin in
messy
human
broken by thirst
knowin it fuckin owns me
and it always will
but refusin to give it all of me
refusin
to let it write my name
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Poetrythe slow crawl
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Sometimes its one more minute, one more hour, one more day…seeming Pyrrhic victories. Well told.
ain’t that the truth. thank you
I understand writing through it to get it out. favorite line “there’s no mercy in this crawl
just the silence that follows “no” “
sometimes that’s only way to the other side. appreciate it.
Powerfully penned, Ambjr. This is an incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
thanks damian