© Amber Kalkes 2015
Rotten Parts}
There are little rotten parts of us that we hide away from sight.
They are torrid little heathens that shy away from the light.
We bury them deep and shield them will stone wall built high,
Hoping that those around us do posses the gift of a scathing eye.
These little bits die over time and are not caused by one single thing.
These are wounds we left to fester and tries to bind with too weak string.
Sometimes we forget about them as if they were never there,
But when provoked they crawl from our heart to our sleeves to wear.
We hide these parts, these sullied things and try to live a life,
Yet these rotten parts, so full of bitterness, always come to give us strife.
We look in others to find the same broken little pieces to make a whole,
But in the end all we'll be left with is our dirty rotten soul.
