Four Letters

by

Sekhem Psikor Strecker

How can I shake free from the shell
That encases me. Deep inside throes of
Violence that is born of four letters of emotion.

Is there a way I can become
Indesperate for the taste of that word?
Or must I endure. Must I endure this?

Like a tongue that licks from a flame,
It tingles my soul with its touch and cold
Breath. Like a withering flower I fall from grace

Who was; why was it, that it is?
And why was it me; why was it; how come?
I have to lose for I can't win - this game is done!

This four letter word game is done.
There is nothing to win from this than that
Four letter word which is the prize we all seek,

That we all need; we have to have.
How can I put this far down below me,
That violent apprehension; that jelly feeling.

Waiting for the day the clouds break
To let that solitude shine inside me,
That comfort of success and personal freedom.

But shackled to the breath of those
Four letters that I flee from, I can't seem
To spell my way out; I can't escape this prison.

Wrapped beneath the crimson weight of
Serenity and peace, I find no time,
I find no space to breathe for I'm suffocating

From those four letters to whom I
Trust; to whom I send and feel this. Let there
Be light; I seek salvation from that word; that LOVE...

Dedicated to S. McShannon

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