I shake but I do not shake alone
I tremble and shutter
Scream and rip my shirt in grief
But not alone.
My necks falls over
It can barely hold the head that nearly explodes from the pressure of a tortured mind.
Blocking out these visions, tighter and tighter are my eyes pressed together
Until the pain of an imploded skull relieves the painful reminder of my keepers household.
At last my breaths are slow to come as tears fall like me to my knees
When I can no longer bare it alone and call upon Your Name.
Austin
I Bare It-Wednesday, October 08, 2008









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