Damaged

Damaged

I couldn't see the way ahead,
it was dark and no sounds came.
Nothing remembered about what was said,
forged forward without directions aim.
With each cut and nick my blood bled,
salted wounds stung as if aflame.
There were moments of wishing to be dead,
what I went through I have no shame.
Each step took me to where they led,
the other side of it and I'm not the same.
Worn out shoes and blown out treads,
the points of thoughts they came to maim.
They distort the processes in my head,
the wheels disconnected from the frame.
Helping the distortion come to spread,
each day now thoughts swell and flame.