A Gripping Thought

Its nothing more then a simple thought
Until it traces down your spin
Trickles past your hopes and dreams
Soaking your past with dread

Its grip on you is seen all around
While dark roots clutch your soul
A cry to escape your bitten lips
As realizations distort your mind

I can’t help but notice the slits and tares
Covering your tightened flesh
The proof of what has been is evident
To one who takes the time to look

I won’t speak a word of it
For it is not my place to say
But know your thought is not unseen
For your past of scares is shared with me