Saturday, January 7, 2017

broken glass

with my eyes no longer closed
my mouth no longer shut
I experience a different world
one that refuses to be fucked
reaching out my hand
pouring out my heart
because accepting the present
rather than burning it down
allows me to go on
I refuse to surrender
I can't begin again
to live among the ruins
this is my December
but however hard it is
I can never erase my memories
I've seen too much to do it over
I refuse to be judged again
and try to be acceptable
I refuse to begin
only to realize
I am in the pit again
doing it all over
that would simply be