Words for me

Masking

These are words from the past,
That wrap all around me. 

Like a tight braided rope,
Squeezing as I move. 

The further I try to reach,
The more it takes from me. 

I know I could cut them,
I felt like I already did. 

But so firm that the marks won't go,
And it became a part of me. 

My eyes don't deceive me,
These wounds all on me. 

Words from the past call,
I reach out every time. 

The rope I'll tenderly use,
To tie down my solemn cries. 

They used to be innocent eyes,
Precious in a morning gleam. 

No I won't stop dragging this weight,
It's mine and mine alone. 

This is what I want for me,
For me. 

  • Author: Thinker (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 13th, 2021 23:42
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 30
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