Revolution Around the Sun
All your doubts christened
By a blade pulled from a sheath
Held by dirty fingers
Clinched beneath your teeth
Stripped your hallowed confidence
Struck and splintered whole
Dropped and splashed, broken pieces
Crashed upon the floor.
All the pain and loneliness
Replacing all your fun
All these wounds and bloody scars
Won't be healed by one
Revolution around the sun.
Copyright © Mark Malcolm | Year Posted 2013
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