Now I can only gaze up
Toward the pedestal
Where I once resided,
As I lay on the floor broken,
Bruised and utterly raw.
No more pretences and
Performances to hide behind
And to act out with the grace
Of a Shakespearean actor.
My body curls like a wounded
Animal trying to preserve
Dignity while my sins march
Around me in a death parade.
The drums ricochet through
My skull and the footsteps
Echo through the lonely halls
Of my mind where the memory
Of him burns and scorches because
That’s all they were to me.
A flickering flame that I tried to use
To heat my chilled heart.
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 12:52 PM UTC
Now I can only gaze up
Toward the pedestal
Where I once resided,
As I lay on the floor broken,
Bruised and utterly raw.
No more pretences and
Performances to hide behind
And to act out with the grace
Of a Shakespearean actor.
My body curls like a wounded
Animal trying to preserve
Dignity while my sins march
Around me in a death parade.
The drums ricochet through
My skull and the footsteps
Echo through the lonely halls
Of my mind where the memory
Of him burns and scorches because
That’s all they were to me.
A flickering flame that I tried to use
To heat my chilled heart.
