Seems that i am bursting at the seams/in danger of capsizing even in my dreams or lacking the means
to be self-sustaining, currently
even if, in your view it is a self-inflicted wound
…is worrying me
indications of a lack of concern
an indifference to suffering that’s casual
monumental in its complicity suggesting
love does not exist anywhere where your desires
are lacking so, as you attack me once again
pressing your advantage to be unknown
to its height at the point of my greatest weakness
as i fall again, mortally wounded
realizing i can’t save myself but rely again on charity
awaiting an answer to my prayers from someone
who believes in something greater than me
perhaps even something they might see in me
which could be/if… some effort was made
to rescue me
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