Lost Potential.

"lost potential"

In your closet filled with golden braids,
you marry yarn to your skin;
Wrapping every indifference
like a cat that has been reined in.
You will never remember honesty;
Not like you did before,
because guilt has set his spell on you
like frost
woven under your scars.

All the orphans raise their empty hands-
even though they do not know the words.
All our sons are uniformed soldiers now-
as they follow another man's sword.

Although I have nothing left
and all my past is worthless and sworn,
I will continue on until my body says,
"you have tortured me and I want no more."
- Matt Kane