Through these tight wounds
I bleed emotions of
Inconceivable sorrows.
Put there to remind me of a time
When the gentle waters and clear oceans
Were mine;
When my soul was brought down
Drug through the gravel roads
Bound to the ground.
And still I find myself picking at these wounds.
Are they fatally deep,
Or will I learn to keep
A clear distance.
I can hear my heartbeat now
This sound still tugs me around
Can I be free,
Why won’t these scars heal
Of their scabbed memories,
And leave behind their worst enemy.
A mind so kind,
Brutally blind
Of the damage left behind.
