besieged

I’ve cut my hands too many times


on the sharp edged souls
 I’ve tried to save.


I find them screaming in need of care,


and my heart goes out to them
,

like a soldier into battle.


But their mouths are no longer screaming,

instead they’re open,
to bite me
 with wicked teeth
 that shred my own spirit.


It’s getting hard 
to carry my pieces away...