i am hunted
and haunted
by memories -
once good times turned sour.
vines claw and grasp at my feet
while i try in vain to trudge forward.
i am picasso with paintbrush poised betwixt my teeth-
arms bound
by a straightjacket sewn from sorrow.
the lacrimose landscape of my limbic system is a scarred battleground.
fear and regret clash with my spirit and sanity like angry gods.
i fear i may be broken.
how many times have i apologized?
'til sandpaper throat
and crimson finger
from repentance and gripping pen?
not enough.
Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 6:07 PM UTC
i am hunted
and haunted
by memories -
once good times turned sour.
vines claw and grasp at my feet
while i try in vain to trudge forward.
i am picasso with paintbrush poised betwixt my teeth-
arms bound
by a straightjacket sewn from sorrow.
the lacrimose landscape of my limbic system is a scarred battleground.
fear and regret clash with my spirit and sanity like angry gods.
i fear i may be broken.
how many times have i apologized?
'til sandpaper throat
and crimson finger
from repentance and gripping pen?
not enough.
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