Life Line Poem by Adam Pinheiro

Down once more, slowly seep,
Brittle bones, the weakened knee
While thick in clouds, all around,
The darkness rips a grimace firm.

In sight demise, you see, I see,
Provoked, prevailed, hardened dream,
But I have friends, few you see—
I think they’re friends…true to me.

Around, my ruin, it nears me dear,
A lashing pain provoking tears;
Mixed with blood, tears tread tracks,
Tracks too bold, for friends of gold.

Those verity voices fear my fear,
I hear the words that steal my cheer-
But I will stand my stocky stand,
For I can truly call him ‘friend’.

And I am more than ever before,
More than others that stand afore;
Hands they clutch on hardened hearts,
The hands that rip your pity apart.

I am more than a fragile fall,
My friend will pull me standing tall;
I trust you’ll keep me keeping calm,
Help me up when I shut down.

But, word I want— give me word,
I want your word, as wounds, we warp;
Promise my privacy, your secret ear,
Keep me clear; I release my fears.