Sweet scar Poem, by Brian Otucho, at My poetic side

I can't throw away the pieces that you gave,

Betrayed in a way of a knife stuck on my back;

How could you do this?

We've been through this for a while-

Once a cure, now's a scar.

Hold me not, give me back my mind,

My thoughts that you've taken;

Starve me to care.

Could the night help me shut you out?

You gave me a lesson not to go and dive-

But I already dive

I will try to latch myself out of your space,

Far away until the distance passed its line;

It's a new journey, my heart has had enough of pain

Once a fool, now I'm awake

You're between the dawn and blackest sky

Could the night help me shut you out?

You gave me a lesson not to go and dive-

But I already dive!

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