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Daily Poetry #67, April 5, 2017
Word: Wound
Through time in and out, history repeats,
And I find that life leaves the same wounds.
Unable to heal, I hide them away,
Hoping no one will see, no matter how crazy it sounds.
They never disappear, it’s just a distraction,
So I scratch and rip at them carelessly.
Words flow from blood, and tears from scars,
I cry as I realize that I can never let them be.
I’ve tried bandages and nothing ever heals,
And I’ve tried hiding away, but it just hurts more.
Please just save me from the life I live,
I don’t want to do this anymore, it’s already hurt my core.
Being smart used to be an accomplishment,
But now it’s just another expectation.
These old wounds just open again as I continue,
To live under lies without sudden realization.
“I have to be perfect,” this fake reality I live,
Though I know one day everything will shatter and fall.
Those wounds ache as I try to live that lie,
And I refuse to admit that I don’t know what I’m doing at all.
“Just keep doing,” that’s what I tell myself,
Fooling my mind by saying it’ll get better.
Wake up and keep going, work until you break,
“-- year old in hospital,” the next news header.
So many days in my life that I’ve wasted,
So I close my eyes and allow it to escape me.
With one more laugh as my life flashes rapidly,
I guess that this time just wasn’t meant to be
Copyright © Frisk Carris | Year Posted 2017
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