My Very Personal Poetry

Crippled

It's there until it isn't

A crutch

Stability

Safety

Home

From the top of your heart 

To the bottom of my soul

Holds all the tools to fix you

But the same tools broke you 

In this dream

The waking pinch comes too soon  

The one thing you can count on

At least in this world 

Is that one place 

Where you go 

To drown the sorrows

And the pain

That this world inflicts upon you