Live in My Own Fist

My feet lay gently on the dried yellow leaves

Carpets of yesterday's happy dreams

Washed up ashore after a stormy night

Carrying the dead and dying, all astride

They crumple beneath my careful soles

Sounds reverberate, all hearts in a fold

Thunderous claps for the tiny blebs

The dead, the dying, the unheard steps

The bleak horror of the unfulfilled

the unrequited and the deeply instilled

The dried blades draw their mortal price

My feet bleed blood, dreams and lies

Scattered around the shore, they laugh

As they split my blood, my soul to half

I won't fall, I won't lose, I will walk again

But the torments of the past lash on like rain

The ashes inside my heart rage on

The deep red flesh is now a darker stone

The mighty roots, buried in earth's breast

Grab my throat, to put me to rest

Choke, they say, and do not resist

Succumb, they say, you shall not exist

The stone, the leaves, the roots - them all

Once pieces of me, it's me they stall

All that pulls me back are lost pieces of me

They won't win, I won't let it be

So I turn my eyes shut, walk the bleeding feet

Flip the stone ashore amidst the steady sleet

I will survive, not succumb. I shall exist

And now, I live inside my own fist