You owe me no debt of thanks
See I'm a sinner not a saint.
I am no special breed
No hero nor the like.
Please don't put me there
On that pedestal I see.
There is no faster way
To show I'm just not what you need.
Put me up on top
Go on I dare you then you'll know
My fear will have me howling
Like the dying December snow.
And once I've fallen down
Just watch how far I go
Scrounging on the ground
Surviving till the next act.
From there I bet you find
That my fight will take its stride
The blood I've forced to spill
Oh look, it haunts me still.
I've heard it said once
There's not a killer without a ghost
I know the truth in this
The phantoms are my greatest friends
They push me back and forward
To remind me of my sins.
This thing I've done for you
When I stopped you there from falling
You see I've been there too
It is where I got my calling.
So I think you understand now
That your gratitude is misplaced
I've done no grand favors
I've just stopped you from taking my place.
YOU ARE READING
All the Broken Pieces
PoetryHow does a person explain what it means to be broken? When speaking to a friend, what can be said to show them they are trusted in spite of fear? This is a conversation between two friends, so that the brokenness inside can be understood.
