The Fence
And breaking bones trying to break them down.
Maybe I don't want to break barriers.
Maybe I don't want to subject my body
And this, my one and only shot at life,
To the brutality of piling into a stop sign.
It will take thousands of gallons of souls
To erode the concrete and steel barrier.
Maybe I don't want my flesh to hang
From barbed wire and vampiric teeth
Like some sort of flag that screams:
Never give up, never stop fighting.
Because I want to stop fighting.
I don't want to slam into the concrete
Until my shoulders busts apart and I won't
Turn around and sacrifice the other side.
Maybe I never liked fighting to begin with.
Maybe I was just a scared animal in a cage
And there was nothing to do but break barriers.
Maybe I don't want to break myself open
So that others, twisted and stained and foul,
Can use my corpse as a learning experience.
Maybe I just don't want the barriers at all.
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Writer of the dark! Think of it like flipping rocks, the weird little stories underneath are my jam and jelly. Jam and butter? Just jam. Absolutely no use of AI in any of my works :)
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