My Words
By Kiah
My words are a bad story. All gone by in dark glad glory. You don’t really want know. I don’t really want to show. All the pain is just too great. Feeling heart I fear will break. Trees fade with the light. I let go of the endless night. I am not a product of my pain. I am not crazy because he was insane. My slurs are a mad, mad scream. Sickly swimming in dark dreams. I won’t think of the shame. Too much is mine to blame. It was all worse than it appears. Really, I’ve been lost for years. Existing because I must. Living on the fleeting rust. Dye my wool then I sheer it off. Tie myself down so I won’t get lost. My words won't comfort me. All gone cold as the December sea. Written October 17th, 2001 © on Oct 17 2001 11:40 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"My words are a bad story...."