'Mesmeré' - Poetry of 2022 And 23

Crisis

It was like the song said,
Running away was easy,
Fighting off all the problems that chased you,
Pursued you to the end of time,
Now that is hard.
Despite what people say, some wounds can't be healed.
Maybe sealed?
Maybe.
Closed, put away and left to the past.
Like Scars.

Can I be real for a second?
I didn't expect what came,
I couldn't reject the shame,
I couldn't shake the anger,
Nor could you share the blame.
And now I'm alone - again.

Could I maybe catch my breath too?
Everything flew by in a blur,
Its fair to say I can't remember, nor do I care.
Each hit I took knocked me, winded me of air,
And every high I reached, over the next crest, despair.

Yeah running away is easy,
Living is hard.
Facing the problems head on,
And find the last fitting shard.

Piece this back together.

Needless to say, the clock still turns,
Time. Moves. Slow.