It pained me to trust.
Jaded by the numbness,
never cared who it affected.
And, how will I?
The concentric circles that surrounds
the constraining chains.
The one that I built,
thinking it will save me.
But now I am the one running away
from my own demons.
From myself.
The truth cuts deep.
Their wounds that I caused,
the blood that they shed,
All for I, and my soul
to be reinstated.
They say they miss me.
I do too.
A vulnerable heart in line.
From the curses that glitched,
to the verses that failed.
The one that I wished
would ascertain my doom
had barely grazed my arms.
The destruction that I desidetated
awarded me nothing but misery
for this train wreck is still intact.
I listen, my pride ablaze,
as my heart passes an abattoir
Shreds so vindictively wretched,
that even I can't hear
My pathetic cries for help.
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PuisiM O N A C H O P S I S the persistent feeling that you're out of place or don't belong. A collection of poems.
