Sprained Arms
Louis Holding
GENRE
Gave into frustration
In the middle of the day
Hyperventilating
But I couldn’t say
“Jake’s hurt me
Hurt me too much
But not physically
No that’s not enough”
Pushed into nettles
Pushed by a friend
Behind the tents
Tethers at ends
Someone close
In a few months’ time
Will try to hide
That they’re trying to die
Sprained arms and finished books
Stop giving those dirty looks
What do you mean
“I’m a wuss”?
Wiping eyes on sidelines
Irrefutable, subtle signs
That it’s not going to change
Soon anytime
Friends anxious for help
Help slowly came
Flooded tents
Torrential rain
Guided at dark
Past places before
Warm shelter now
Now under shore
A warm place to sleep
A comfortable home
Lights lit the floor
We weren’t alone
It’s over so soon
Where did it go
My friends from these years
Was it for show?
Sprained arms and finished books
Stop giving those dirty looks
What do you mean
“I’m a wuss”?
Wiping eyes on sidelines
Irrefutable, subtle signs
That it’s not going to change
Soon anytime
In the middle of the day
Hyperventilating
But I couldn’t say
“Jake’s hurt me
Hurt me too much
But not physically
No that’s not enough”
Pushed into nettles
Pushed by a friend
Behind the tents
Tethers at ends
Someone close
In a few months’ time
Will try to hide
That they’re trying to die
Sprained arms and finished books
Stop giving those dirty looks
What do you mean
“I’m a wuss”?
Wiping eyes on sidelines
Irrefutable, subtle signs
That it’s not going to change
Soon anytime
Friends anxious for help
Help slowly came
Flooded tents
Torrential rain
Guided at dark
Past places before
Warm shelter now
Now under shore
A warm place to sleep
A comfortable home
Lights lit the floor
We weren’t alone
It’s over so soon
Where did it go
My friends from these years
Was it for show?
Sprained arms and finished books
Stop giving those dirty looks
What do you mean
“I’m a wuss”?
Wiping eyes on sidelines
Irrefutable, subtle signs
That it’s not going to change
Soon anytime
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