and somewhere in the ruble I exist
where my heart lives like a fist
beating my insides raw
’til I am bloody and lost
in the injury of my truth
betrayed by the brokenness
of my own dreams that lay
dying, caged by a pain
and the darkest of thoughts
that will not release me
from these hurts that never ease
no, the torture never stops
and I do not know how to leave,
to untie these twisted knots, be free
of this tormentor

that is me

6/13/2015 ©Debbie Berk