by Nick Gisburne
You know me. Every tragedy is true,
My faults and failings, all the scars of life.
The torments fade for me, but not for you,
Still picking at the stitches of my strife.
I try to sink the shame of what I’ve done,
To leave my disappointments in the past,
But all I put behind me is undone.
Your appetite for injury is vast.
You’re living in my pain, but don’t know how
To bury it, determined not to try.
I need to find a future in the now,
To finally discover how to fly.
The wounds you pull apart will never mend
Until I turn away from you, my friend.
