A little bit of fear begins to flow
like blood released beneath a careless
knife
a single dripping thought: that I don’t
know
one inkling of the meaning to this life
another cut, and now I wonder why
the bad go on while those you love are
lost
apparently, what’s right does not
apply
what’s right and fair and logical was
tossed
and now the angry thoughts come rushing
out
the open wound, and all the pain I feel
comes pouring forth with all my darkest
doubt
a flood of fears that mental wounds
reveal
Time can heal wounds of every kind
but what can stop the bleeding in my
mind?
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