Knot – May 24, 2019

The paralyzing knot

Death ties around

Fresh meat,

Who in turn

Twist and flop


Is itself,

A curse.

That will skip circles

Weaving a butcher’s string


A never ending

Dream-like state.

Battles are won and lost.

The fear,

Keeps the mood heightened.

Tied down,

State of fight or flight.

Left in the ruins

The string is cut.


At the feet

Every single

Day they play 

Tripping through 


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s