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Showing posts with label #Scars. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #Scars. Show all posts

Saturday, December 15, 2018

Loss

I used to think like you
To be young and naive
When the world was my oyster
And all my wishes fulfilled
But now I bare the scars
Of life obtained
The days unlived
And the time spent in sorrow
I know you will join me one day
And for that loss
For those sorrows yet to come
I pity you

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Meaning

Meaning

A certain amount of matter
And a little bit of mass
Have found themselves together
Just to process carbon gas
A transformation ever changing
But to the world, a different view
It passes in an instant
Unfettered and unskewed
The scars will heal so quickly
As is they had never been
The struggle to be heard
Above the maddening din


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Saturday, September 27, 2014

Why

Why
Why do you go where I cannot follow?
This path is not one I trod lightly
I promised to go where you lead
But the behavior you choose is quite unsightly
I feel lied to remembering the things you said

Time will pass people will forget
I’m an elephant though, I never will
The scars you’ve left will heal so slowly
It’s amazing how raw a cut can feel
Reduce me to feeling so incredibly lowly

Mayhap one day I’ll smile and laugh
Remembering a look or a glance or a grin
Right now the scars are too fresh, too raw
To notice anything ready to begin
I must wait for my heart to thaw


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Sunday, November 3, 2013

Scars

Connected by scars
Tissues can heal
Heart wounds and fissures
Aren’t quite so easy
Time ebbs and flows
Moving faster and slower
Circling life
Pain comes and goes
What we do

Makes us who we are