Time heals all wounds but mine do not heed this
Scar after scar reopens, allowing blood to pour free
Within my heart I find no answer to what causes this grief raining storm, but even so I search
From years of experience, I hope to find something
Anything, To explain the reasoning behind false smiles and hopeful lies
A soothing hum from friend turned villain boils my blood
And from blood is created a sickly stew of venomous hatred to those that wronged
Trust betrayed I find no comfort in soothing rain
Another heartache, another storm received
And yet again I cannot help but wallow in my own misery
To be happy means having no pains, something I can't seem to quite visualize against the brooding horizons of my own fate
Ah, I see my dear friend, the cliff, faced to me again
Deep oceans reside at the bottom, coated with harsh rocks ready to pierce a soldier from his faulty footing
I know better than them, for I was raised here
Amongst the wolves of the coast and the birds of the sea
I know what lies just beneath the ever greens bleed red and sea foamed pinks and blues
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Thoughts, Emotions, Change
PoetryA collection of poetry, nothing too special but maybe you've felt similar to these words before. CW: Strong language & themes/suicidal mentions
