Nails.

Nails pin me to the wall,

Nails are the painful things that stop my fall,

Nails shoved roughly into my palms,

Nails are there, like an agony balm,

Nails are the little things,

that make us hold onto past times,

they fall, they hurt, they fix,

***

Nails pin me to the wall,

Nails seal my mouth: I cannot call,

Nails are jutting out of my heart, 

Nails don't let me move on, why?

Nails fix down my past and present,

Nails are the Higher People and I am  their peasant.

 

The End

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