My pain draws the quill across the page
Trapped inside my own despair
Page after page cut after cut
As the pain continues on.
Hard to handle everything
Always cutting ever deeper
Failure in the darkness hiding
Followed by the scent of fear.
Never knowing how it happened
Reaching up for no helping hand
Cutting cutting all the while
To recognize myself again.
Piece after piece so it peels
To depths where only blisters can
Written in blood is the offer
Burning hot where yellow bled.
In the corruption of the flesh
I am beginning to feel fear
Helping hands or so they say
In streaks of yellow black & red.
They say that if I take the offer
I can begin to heal again
So I’m reaching out in desperate hope
For my healing to begin.
I see they lied in what they said
It is not the healing I believed
They have taken away all feelings
Now I have to find myself again.
©ronvdm777
April 2020
©ronvdm777
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