Low Tide
Do you feel no shame?
Have you no anxiety?
When judging/stealing these words?
I write from The Pit
Who's to say I'll ever leave?
I lack momentum
A simple living
Stolen and held out of reach
Could be enough push
Still this is torture
"Hide the wounds beneath notice"
I've said mockingly
You'(a)re [an] abuser(s)
Cutting, slicing without care
How long can that last?
'Til your last meal?
'Til all true creatives starve?
'Til your famine heels?
You might yet find out
A beating thread soon severed
May reveal this end
It will not be quick
It will be addiction break
From Faith, Hope, and Love
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