Poetry

Scar of the Past

I have a scar, a nail mark

Faded on my neck

It is a scar of the past

And it happened so fast

It wasn't actually my fault

The truth was hidden in a vault

No good reason that it happened

It plays on repeat and never ends

The event is a nightmare

It plays again without flair

The feeling of my closing lungs

Were clamped shut like a pair of tongs

It happened for a stupid reason

And I can see your forehead creasin'

You don't know what happened there

And it's better you don't know where

This happened of its own accord

It's like an apple that's been cored