I basked in the light
Of the present moments sight
But all of a sudden
Your words triggered a bitter memory
And now I want to visit an infirmary.
But oh wait this can’t be bandaged to heal
For it is a resurface from a wreckage.
It crawls from the breakage
With a clinging message
that causes landslides
and scrapes my insides.
My thoughts collide
as my emotions become tide.
My lips become sealed
As I no longer want to speak.
But then I’ll lose my mystique
And become invisible;
Vincible
In the hands of my shadowy past.
Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 6:54 AM UTC
I basked in the light
Of the present moments sight
But all of a sudden
Your words triggered a bitter memory
And now I want to visit an infirmary.
But oh wait this can’t be bandaged to heal
For it is a resurface from a wreckage.
It crawls from the breakage
With a clinging message
that causes landslides
and scrapes my insides.
My thoughts collide
as my emotions become tide.
My lips become sealed
As I no longer want to speak.
But then I’ll lose my mystique
And become invisible;
Vincible
In the hands of my shadowy past.
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