Looks a lot like giving up
Feels a lot like
You’ve had enough
Try to turn away
Like it’s no longer good enough
—
Take these hands that feel the earth
The breath I hold
Couldn’t hold the curse
Feet grounded in this clay
The water rises at the end of the day
This house still burned down
And it’s been swept clean
But the stain on my soul
And there’s ash in my throat
Her eyes like smoke
And her voice like rain
We’re knee deep in the pain
Still strutting
Getting hung up on lesser things
And I release
All the things
That never served me
I give them back to you
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Regarding Samuel 