erasure

Ah, that's better I can breathe a little bit

Take my hand and guide me

You don't have to guarantee

It's not that I don't matter

you just don't have to explain

I've fallen off my latter

and you realize this rhyme is really bane

Written words like scripture,

carved from beauty and of pain

I nick them with more than bitterness

I slit them with more than disdain

but all is well at the end of it

and I can see you'll be back for more

.emotional melodies roar

through my head

like a freight-train above water

splashing upon me thousands of

unshed tears.

.emotivating melodies roar

through my soul

like a clacker of something

and a pinch of my whole.

Take my hand and guide me

through this

sheltered world called

humble and let me use my

skill against the elders

and against the words

create my set of knives from

splintered words and fallen

vowels...

Ah, that's better I can breathe a little bit