Tethered to a rotten sinew

My heart tries to pump life

Poison in my veins from deteriorated dreams

Langston Hughes talked about them being deferred

Watch it all flash before my eyes

No matter how tight I grab hold

The foothold it slips further

A tug of war of the minds

Battling for my intellectual fodder

I can’t question regret before it ever sets

But this place that I’m in, the in-between

Is a hellish parfait

Hold on to the strings of gratitude they say

But even good strings can entangle you

I’m tethered to a rotten sinew

Festering

I need a mental bone graph

So this wind bone I can pass through

Liberating

Escaping this internal d...

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