A scar that burns
deep into my flesh
something that time cannot regress
it sits there, waiting
for a cure - an antidote that can heal
or a way to stitch the dying flesh.
It is like waiting for a train that would never come
or that would never come back
You missed it by an hour
You were out of your league
it has gone long ago since you arrived
It was the last train to catch.
It is like waiting for the white hot tears to stop
For the widows to give up, to stop their mourning
For the sky to turn a violent shade of green
The hollow feeling to close up
The gap to be filled
Something that even time cannot heal.
A memory that sears my heart
that stings into my mind
a darkness that i cannot fathom
it sits there like a Pharisee
mocking me with its sneers and jeers
waiting to crucify me.
