Amazing Grace

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I feel lost. Trapped in someone else’s words. Syllables that lose their sweetness in shadows.  I inhale the delight of their demons, the burn of sin soothing my own abrasions.  I exhale the angelic expectations that choke me with a copper halo.  Yet, I cannot move. Tethered to hopes buried in scribbles, crumpled in the debris of a future steeped in a stale ale of obligation.  I do not know how long I will be held here, hi-jacking the verses of a victorious void. I do not know if I will leave once the ink flakes away, revealing an escape.  Your words are a sanctuary compared to my hostile heart. 

©04/09/2020