Cleave

When you’re right down in it

You can see no way out

You can see only dark

Inky blackness seeping through

 

When you’re in the middle

Of a muggy treacle puddle

Hanging onto some hope

Is all you can manage

 

My fingernails cling to

A crumbling despair filled goo

I forget who I am

And who I belong to

 

He calls out – REMEMBER

Lean back, and hold on

Cling to me, precious daughter,

Cling to me.

Treacle

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