Jun 22, 2025


OUT ON A LIMB

Crawled on a limb
and found myself out
Wondered how long
I could stay
Stretched my neck
to see what it was up to
Didn't know if
I should say
Got knots in my stomach
chasing butterflies
Realized that
they should be free
Lay against the wall
to get my back up
Thought this
is no place to be
Raised up my hands
til' rain poured like blood on
Knew this
would be a long day
Plucked a raw nerve
and it was a hit
but decided it
wouldn't play
Flexed a muscle
just to watch it move
Figured there
wasn't much to see
Hammered a doornail
til' it was dead as
Dead as
something could
be
like this thread
with no place
to flee







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