GLUE

the most exhausting fight within the human mind

is the one between just enough and good enough

waking up at four to sunrise

with eyes so wet from dewy tears

to grasp at nothing once again ;

entangle myself in the echo of before.

pill by pill on bathroom counters

to fight cowardice and completion

for control over the console of the mind

to steer left, steer right, steer six feet below.

i wish i had the strength to separate

mortal from soul and body from bone ;

to let pain wash away 

in the earth beneath your heel.

one day i wont be here.

lets come together and pray for release.