I cannot change how I feel.
These old festering wounds
just refuse to heal..
Raised and red around the edges…
Hot to the touch.
Memories projected behind my eyes.
Hidden behind a curtain of flesh.
Smiles hiding the fragility inside.
No escape
from the cage of my mind.
I can feel my heart missing beats
My boots still on their way down these streets..
I shift around the puzzle pieces..
Trying to bring shape to the confusion.
I feel like something is going to give.
Change.
Strange to me.
I’ve been stuck in the ruts of this incline for...