beyond the edge these nights, i find myself with fingernails ripped from their beds crying as the screams of a desparate soul crawl up my bleeding throat left without fellow ears the care about each shrill and dying note i am found trying to reach the summit from the bottom of this sea vying to find that place i once knew from a younger memory but these broken bones i build are years that are yet to see me free lost beyond the edge, I play hide and seek in the back of my mind bouncing off of moments as they unravel only to rewind I replay the ballet of bullets and scars that I always seem to find wishing I could bury the shovel too, and leave everything behind #siftingthroughunposted #step#poem ©️mjj - April 29, 2018
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