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In Hard Time Heart Beats

Have you ever fallen hard, between the lines of letters?
The ones of the words that get flung at your face,
Those hidden meanings, without thought.
Oh, how they burn; oh, how they slice; oh, how mean.

Ostracized
Victimized
Small in size
Compromise
It's all we have sometimes

There's a fire in my soul, gears on my fingers, steaming up the room.
I'm thinking. My mind working. My mind hurting.
There's hands on my brain, fingers sifting through round records.
Who knew? Who knew? I've got things up there I never knew.

Two halves, incomplete even together, growing to fit a mold;
but only on my tip toes, head high, my preference six feet below.
My shadow is fractured, filling in the cracks on your pedestal.
Just how long will hell stay cool?

Hang tight
Hold on
Look up
Stay strong

Hang on
Hold tight
Look strong
Stay up

If the world fell apart in my fingertips, slipping lifelessly.
I'd lie, cherishly, floating on cold cement, thinking;
No tears because words are free, from the cage of my lungs.
Nothing to scream. But this is all just a daydream.