Contented Wounds

Pressured hard 

thoughts are creeping

Faithful yes, but while I’m sleeping

I dream about being set free

I dream about where I find me 

Push me, pull me, grab my hair

Knock me down and on from there 

Bloody lip but I don’t care

Shout my name - I’m unaware 

The edge is close I feel my feet teeter

I could jump but that makes me a cheater

Knife to the throat I feel it beating 

Should be bothered but it’s a familiar greeting

It’s only proverbial you get my feeling

No rope was needed when I was kneeling 

I choked on my own tears