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.
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