pent up,
stitched up,
tied up,
I have learned to let it bleed away,
and life has been numbing down,
the creases are flowing away
the air is a welcome guest
maybe I could draw in a soul or two
for tea
but let the road to fulfilled hope be gradual
steepness throws you back
grim shadows grip you
with even air choking the life out
existence as just a skeleton
hence gradual bridges
let's keep the climb on
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