take my hand and climb with me…

two hundred and twenty degrees: ‘let it go…’

Bad (Wide Awake In America) ~ U2

two hundred and twenty

Clouds roll, columns heavy. Ether sea, wild swell. Sky, breaking. Sheets, of rain. Atmosphere, bent. To buckle. No boughs, can hold. Such extreme, pressure. Soul storms, that haunt. The heavens.

Fragile, heart, In fits, and fissures. You keep, breaking. Yourself, apart.

Frozen witness, watching. You wrestle, worth. From worthless, ness. Whisper, hoping. You might, hear. Truth. Without me, screaming.


If I could, you know I would…

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