iron burn irony
could always be worse
choking on exhaust
from funeral hearse
sad predicament
should I say or go
choice was luxury
I was not to know
leave but never go
speaking with no say
adulting as a kid
giving them their way
So I find myself
word searching today
no way to express
no clue what to say
I can only write
by trauma gaslight
spelling out in scars
have you got a light?
souls remember
every nasty word
that the ear was told
it had never heard
alive yet deadened
to all but the pain
baffled litany
from the circus train
rise above and beyond
Forgive and forget
be the bigger person
just get over it
but I ain't a god
ain't even much good
I can not unhear
as they said I should
I can't get over
I can't see the top
nor just let it go
too heavy to drop
If I go around
I'll simply revolve
ending on start space
and what will that solve?
can't tunnel under
it's buried in sand
when i tried to dig
I busted up my hand
what's too deep for depth
neither short nor tall
full and yet empty
too big to be small?
could fall over it
and you can fall in
you might drown in it
though nothing's within
translate this riddle
If you'd know my plight
untying one knot just
knots others too tight
I am back to front
inside wrong-side out
twist pretzel puzzled
with too much self-doubt
So I keep versing
what I can't explain
anything to help me
break this ball and chain
Riddle answer: A hole. And also childhood trauma. Both of which are where I find myself much of the time.
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