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.