A Child in Peril

I write to write and nothing more

Numbed nerves won’t let go

Itching finger as it holds a point

A point without words,

how could it go?

It breaks to express as we speak

on every twist as we breathe

It bleeds even as we sleep

We run — Wherever

We run — Whenever

It stays, it does

To not leave until we’re all dried out.