Coming to terms with the tears,
The knife shunt into my side,
The days wasted,
And the years gone by....
Who was I, then?
Where am I now?
Beneath me the ground shakes unrelentingly,
The objective to set me falling.
My heart stands up on its own two legs,
And walks away from the strength I'd spent years rebuilding,
Only to stare at what tore it apart in the first place,
Enthralled by the fact that it's all history,
But then he just speaks to the mind,
Then he, too, joins the nostalgic glare.
Now it's as if it were yesterday.
I need not open up wounds that never even closed.
I simply forgot they were bleeding.
Apr 25, 2019
Apr 25, 2019 at 12:24 AM UTC
Coming to terms with the tears,
The knife shunt into my side,
The days wasted,
And the years gone by....
Who was I, then?
Where am I now?
Beneath me the ground shakes unrelentingly,
The objective to set me falling.
My heart stands up on its own two legs,
And walks away from the strength I'd spent years rebuilding,
Only to stare at what tore it apart in the first place,
Enthralled by the fact that it's all history,
But then he just speaks to the mind,
Then he, too, joins the nostalgic glare.
Now it's as if it were yesterday.
I need not open up wounds that never even closed.
I simply forgot they were bleeding.