I tell myself a tale at night
about how good I was
and how happy I am
It was ignorance at best
but I could do it
just to feel alive again
Because my body is nothing
but a pile of broken bones
stitched together with frayed nerves
My feet are sore;
my scars bleed and fester
So I tell myself a tale at night
that I am whole
and that I am better
through the fading light of life,
I know-there is no more
No more of me
and the dreams
I keep chasing
only to fail
No more of my heart,
the love I gave,
and the pieces of myself
gone and forgotten
Finally, no more of the life
I lived, instead replaced
with the dread and fear
for most of my days
It's just me and the dark
No light at the end
of the tunnel
There's no salvation
for the stupid or the blind
even more so for the person
in pieces behind closed doors,
smiling like nothing is wrong
This is my life now
-there is nothing I could do
except maybe to tell myself
a tale at night
about a dream chased
and a dream fulfilled
thinking it would save me
So through the windows of my mind
and the worthless passing of my days
I tell myself a tale at night
hoping I'll be more than just my ways
may 19, 2022
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