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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