Out of the Ditch

Silver handcuffs

Fail to keep me in line

Imprisoned by my self

I step off the road

Into a ditch

It wasn't a homicide

It's suicide

I crawl back

And laugh

Trying as best I can

To keep my cheeks dry

My body lies

Look at my mouth

I scream for

You Don't stop me

I'm not walking the tightrope

I'm clinging to it

Until time moves a pillow

For me to safely

Fall into

My raw hands

Like the spots behind my eyes

Eventually I'll go blind

Or they will bleed

So it all leads

To something more extreme

A tumble twist and turn

Until I go far enough

To realize I must climb up

And to work on that

Upper body strength

And pull myself

Out of the ditch