Pushed away but held in place
And pulled deep within myself
Phantom hands pawing at my face
I want to both stay and run and hide from myself
Could I heal my fractured mentality with some lace?
Living life down on my broken knees
Head low, face down never looking out
While my heart, torment will surely squeeze
Each piece of me gives voice to an anguished shout
Will I be free even if the torments cease?
Hands clutch my head tight so it won't burst
I can't take anymore of this fight
I feel like I am dying of unquenchable thirst
Eyes wide but the shade robbed me of sight
Reflections, my duality, but which me was first?
©Josh West
Picture credit: Dunkle Kunst
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