climb on.

[the_apotheosis]

It hurts me to see your face as,
somehow i see myself slipping.
much like the grasp upon tile
as bodies heave to upon it
and then fall
as your fingers break contact.
love
within grip of grimy stone,
yet let slip away.
slick upon guttural breaths of
frustration
for time seems to be in
limbo and all matters of
confusion
when your feet land aground
wondering how it came to be there?
with numb bursts the
anger
sets in before you think
to look from where you fall.
Hark! patience
arise as you dust off
wounded
hearts in desire to conquer
what you let begin.