Admission

Yes it's the soundless speech of broken bones inside my lips. Reaping words through graves so deep grabbing thoughts with my longest reach and keeping those I cannot keep. The howls of my turbulence past that I swore never to awaken. With every tic of every toc, from every hand of every clock, I creep and crawl lamenting. Saddened by a hardship so wonderful that splintered my lips in pieces. Never to say another word, to soothe a heart with lies of truth, and recount a beggars shameful graces.