Post by poetikalyanointed on Apr 8, 2019 16:48:12 GMT -5
In the middle I stand
as they fight for my hand,
twisting me like a band,
as I sink in quick sand.
The one on my right,
pulls my strings too tight.
The one on my left,
looks just like myself-
my reflection it aint.
Eyes of emeralds paint
murals of this tug of war;
pools of red drips on floor.
DNA strands breakdown
cells that splatter on ground.
Stop using kids as pawns
in the webs you have spawn.
Your tight grasp will loosen
upon those rare tokens;
for they will learn to hate
you and escape hell's fate!
letterpile.com/poetry/Tug-of-War-A-Poetik-Narrative-About-Child-Custody-Battles
as they fight for my hand,
twisting me like a band,
as I sink in quick sand.
The one on my right,
pulls my strings too tight.
The one on my left,
looks just like myself-
my reflection it aint.
Eyes of emeralds paint
murals of this tug of war;
pools of red drips on floor.
DNA strands breakdown
cells that splatter on ground.
Stop using kids as pawns
in the webs you have spawn.
Your tight grasp will loosen
upon those rare tokens;
for they will learn to hate
you and escape hell's fate!
letterpile.com/poetry/Tug-of-War-A-Poetik-Narrative-About-Child-Custody-Battles
and 
all
time for me 
echoes, hope you all are doing well 
