I want to flail, falter and fail

immune to your assault

the whisper in my ear

urging me to be strong.

 

I wish to fumble: futile and feeble

groping out of these walls

chafing against your bones

fighting the need to be strong.

 

I need to flee, furtive and fallow

hide within the skin folds

closed to your flamboyant faces

telling me I have to be strong.

 

I am a flitter, feckless and fervid

feverish flames flicking

like rain drops on your tongue

Feigning that I am strong..

 

I frame this fetid festering flesh

sunken beneath fervent seas

where flowing waters carry me

to a finis where no one tells me. To be strong.