set into

a small enclosed place
back to my back, I fear for your roots.
not those you don't feed but those you shouldn't.
seemingly pulsing with new food power
freshly pushing deep
boulder crushing time length. wedge like cranking.
crumbly end, it has in mind. 
can we find some common ground?
strife is all we have found for this last short time.
set into a small enclosed place for what crime?
spear end at chest and I'm pulled forward to present the truth I see
(and that which I read also)
held back by my hopes to make emptier this place
though I never wanted vacant for you.
Its shadow threatens.  so we weaken. 
some tests strengthen by burning the dross
this loss strains like bridge fault crack.
how this will stack up against times healing, we'll see.
but for me, back to my back,
I'm small place enclosed
and set into.