How easy it is
To get stuck in a spiral
Simple words
Become a river of red
The passage of time
Becomes our untimely end
Urges that whisper in the day
And scream in the dark
Reminders of what we'll never be
Of words they'll never use
And what they'll never see
Counting down
Until we're set free
Living not a life but a lie
Strained ties
Waiting to be severed
Bearing a burden
That will one day be buried
But the question I ask is this:
What will become of the spiral?
When the truth is revealed
And the burden is buried
Even though we're free
We may not be complete
The spiral has taken hold
And I do not think that will change
Because time still passes
And urges still whisper
The damage is done
A grave cannot be undug
And the lies cannot be unspun
I will carry this weight
A burden different than before
No longer shame of the stones
But a stone in itself
Marking the memory
Of everything I left behind
And the person I was
Before this all started
Because there was a girl
Before there was a boy
And there were tears before joy
There were lies before this life
And blood from wounds left unsewn
The marks may have faded
But the scars run deep
I cannot forget the spiral
That has become part of me
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The Dark And Day
PoetryDuality exists in every aspect of our lives. Light and dark, good and bad, pain and pleasure. Our souls are bared through our words, our own duality revealed. || Poetry Anthology || || Awards || 2nd Place in Poetry - Pawsome Awards 2022 © Ethan Embe...
