Time has progressed
But no wounds have healed
The pain that was hidden
Comes with a vengeance
Twisting needles in your spine
Twisting
And twisting
While you wither away
And slowly disintegrate
Until finally
You no longer
Exist.
Time has progressed
But no wounds have healed
The pain that was hidden
Comes with a vengeance
Twisting needles in your spine
Twisting
And twisting
While you wither away
And slowly disintegrate
Until finally
You no longer
Exist.
Just stopping by to thank you for your like on Shift Key. It is odd isn’t it? The poem about such great pain has no comments. But I am here. I know pain; visit my blogs that talk about my taking “mending the soul”, e.g., mendingthesoul.org. It took such effort, that I took a blog break from Nov to now. It is never too early or late – I’m proof, as old as I am – the healing continues. (Sorry, didn’t mean to get so wordy in a comment.) Enjoying your work very much. Thanks.