What of My Heart
As I sit in solitude and silence,
I feel something inside just withered away like petals of a rose,
Dying, I gaze deep with defiance,
Staring death down, the wounds I tried to close.
These scars seared in the Sun as memories filled my eyes,
Prolonged agony seems like the only emotion I conjure,
Soul bearing truths as my body were covered in lies,
To purify myself, I have to face the Monster.
Is it true, that words cut deep into fabric of self?
Demeaning my thoughts as I keep it in steel cages,
Searched in vain, I followed the beat of health,
Followed where the blood may take me to razors,
It is missing and no where insight,
Remembrance. A map of Haunting Past. Revealing and true.
Endless, torturous road leads me to a familiar face denied,
As I found it beating unknowingly inside you.
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