Regretful Reflection

There is contempt in the voice internally scolding…. Backlash at memories past as they flash An inner-war ensues, battle after battle Revolted steed threw rider from saddle War rages on, the death toll rises Death to rationale concerning my vices Refreshing to see… But what of this empty… Empty void seen only through clarity forced …lacking feeling, compassion, remorse torn by pain denied, letting sorrow subside. Smiles worn as masks, masquerade as a lie Wondering why? No ship seen on the horizon Only treasure-less chests I keep those lies in Repression is me… Steadily mending yesterdays damage Knowing there is increasing damage to bandage Counting the scars is harder to manage Carrying on, leaving me behind in my wake Hoping my past won’t hinder progress I make Redemption isn’t free….