pinkychin

I decry On a podium of terror Built up by Black thorns and briers Clutching so fiercely My fingers fall off And myself become my own Enemies But I perceive them outside An existential threat To be burned To torture No more scratching, clawing Fears scrambling in Always searching for my heart I will not capitulate! Captured and caged by thorns But not surrendered Though these thorns grew Of my own misunderstanding Of what freedom truly is Fight on Fight through pain and reason For what's the reason When the threat is so near I'll keep screaming Until you listen Until you bury me Buried is all of me already As both earth and vines Have take