Saturday, January 10, 2015

Hurt

A heart wrapped slender in barbed desire

A trick of words spilt on wonton tongue

Half truths and denial litter sentences that mean nothing

Left to rot amongst the discarded souls

 

Little left for the eye to imagine 

A life lived in hateful shadows

Ruminates upon reliving again

Scars that envelope a hearts living

 

Breath for the self sustains only a single heartbeat

Little else grows in a life less filled with sun

Cut out and again in an breath of one

Hurt is filled in the one less loved

 

Growth is suppressed as a step is backwards

Into the shadow of the lightless sun

Actions that cut scarring new skin

I close my eyes wishing to cease seeing

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