Fear
It's this sickness of time
The historical plague that never began - never ended
You won't find it in a book - only in the minds of strangers
It's inside me
I'm afraid that no matter how much I change - I may never fix what was long ago broken
To remove these poisoned hands
That rot all things touched - held in my hesitant grasp
Breaking the hearts of all I love
They say to embrace who you are
Because fate has already decided
The alternative is hiding - hoping
No one shall fall in love with me - what a curse that may be
Youth would be wasted on this ancient soul
Turned old from all I've lived through
You deserve so much more than a fake smile and a rough hand
Did you know?
They call me the parasite
Because I drain people of their happiness - slowly filling their hearts with my venom
I was never good at love - I got a couple of tries
The second was a mercy
Before my heart cracked
And one day I hope to become the person they always wanted me to be
Not so I may be forgiven by the gods
Or by them
But so that I may shed myself of this shame
And I'll forgive myself instead
YOU ARE READING
We Became The Mad Men
PoetryI must wash the blood off my hands and the only way is with ink ~ Collection of my poetry.
