I am pinned to this wall by a pain not
my own
Your heat is not from passion Your
tears not of love
And you hold me here prisoner to your anger
If I could I would fly to that place my space
Leaving you and this ancient throbbing grief
behind
You can't let me you must pin me with your
rage
I am pinned to this heart by a fear not my
own
The fear of being alone The fear of not
being wanted
Fears that build walls around this wall
boxing me in
If I could I would let you leave this heart
this trap
But you won't go willingly and so I must
rip flesh
Shred heart scream and rage until you flee
me hating me
This ancient throbbing grief beats against
my soul
A dying oubourous thrashing its death agonies
And I am pinned by a pain all my own.
July 16, 1997
Arwen Nightstar
Stephanie Lynch
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