thisismyidentity

By Grief

They lied

They said I would heal

In time

 

The wound

Doesn’t diminish;

Such fools

 

My mind

Try as it might but -

No might

 

My heart

Can’t be patched up and

Framed, art

 

Music

My escape from real

Useless

 

Deep breaths

But being breathless

Hurts less

 

Relief -

No such thing unleashed 

By grief