Shelter Me

Muscles spasm and veins protrude
Pulling my limbs through a sea of treacle
Thick with jumbled, cracked bones
Of those who fell before me

I know in my heart what I have to do
Yet the sweet voices from the deep
Entice me from my path and show me
The beautiful familiarity of my old patterns

In every fibre of my being I could find
The cast iron will to resist the past
But I also exist in the darkness of shadows
Where there is beauty, shelter and death

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