liberating

[cacian]

the strains
of life
they run cruise
fight
they bulge in the light
and dim is sight
a feeling is
blight
massacred in the hide
a tear rolls
flat
it washes the bite
and the
scream inside
is britt
it explodes in grits
the pain exfoliates
the grim
to make it look slim
but
the view
is limb
bits and pieces
flint
they cut and bruise
anyone in the mood
let's give time
a hood
swing it sooth
allows us to brood
and only then to lure
we would peer
moved
changes are prooved
daylight boost
darekness looms