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That break in sensibility can only mean harm
I wanted so much that I was left with so little
To push myself so I never look back
Let the open cuts cauterize and foster desolation
It concerns no one how I treat myself

Decisions so poor that you scrutinize
I opened my heart to allow you to break me
Like the genocides that kings allow
I persist for a vain obliteration
It means nothing to you, so let me be

Each day is a burden within itself
I distanced myself from the outside
Apologies are strewn with little importance
Like so many autumn leaves
Left to twist in the wind

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