My oral fixation

[jimithy]

You are the Hand
Holding ever so tight
Squeezing out my sanity
Like paste to the bristle'

There i Lie.

Shapeless and lonely
i long for my home
wishing to be one again
with my brothers

But there i lie.

I hear the water
can't move for
the lack of muscle
i await my doom.

Yet i still lie

The truth becomes
the up and downward
motions of life
i find peace

Truth finds me