The Most Dangerous Thing
another day passes
like the fog against my glasses
colors smeared across my sight
a weary sun weeps molasses
descending into stifling night.
i try so hard to stay afloat
but hardened fingers scrape my throat
clawing at my eyes and lips
those dirt encrusted fingertips
block my vision, steal my air
and you’re the one who’s standing there.
drowning creatures gasp for life
grasping others in their strife
i don’t want to drag you under
the world is full of love and wonder
but i am pinned by my own knife
and thus we both are torn asunder.