This rock lifted—
Exposes
Confined existence,
A confine of darkness …
You find me here:
Stillness, quiet, elusive,
Facing excited judges,
Paced in necessity, and
My life is halted;
Find me here
Churning frayed ends bitterly,
Garbling strings
And tackle hook wads
Will not solve
Prickling and binding
Too tight—swells and cuts
Bleeding into lake-rivers
A humbling pension
Movement slows
This puddle grows
And grows

Peer, nay, so intent
Go … favor your own way,
Never learn my bad things,
Have your own and churn
Why, still, do you hold this rock,
Stare down contempt
This rock …
It used to cover me,
It used to keep the scorch off
My skin,
It used to guard me from
The tempests winds and pain
Don't look so intent,
Don't flail my life so harshly
Let down this rock
And … go
Let it contend its slow
Crushing and blot
Of light stains



Written By, Darkest Angel
Written July 24, 2010