Every Day I Die

Every Day I Die. Dark shadows cast Over a cursing clinging damning past I so want to move forward but the dye was cast My hands are bound My feet frozen hopes and dreams are dashed Drifting aimlessly All washed up in a turbulent sea Lifeless As a lonely barren tree That once reached for the sky But was struck by lightening And deep inside of me Something died A butterfly helpless wings ripped apart A crying heartbroken child frighted Left in the dark Gapping sore wounds that never heal No one else Knows how I feel Haunted aborted Too many knots to unite Facing a mountain Every day I die. Peter Dome©2019.