carved
by your hunger
learnt
to fear patience
how
do I trust any,
when
I've been held without my right
by
so many?
trembling,
my skin
insulting
the injured
wrote
out the story for myself,
but
still a surprise
with
each and every step
dug
deep down
to
capture my heart
it
punctured my soul instead
convinced
myself to
frame
the pain
it’s
nothing to be ashamed
fill
the carving with remorse
or
better,
use
it for fame
I
suppose it's all forgiven
if
you make sure to never be forgotten
twist
the thoughts
make yourself remember
the sniffle, the sobs
you
and I
along
with limited days
you
had convinced yourself
that
nothing truly holds weight
was
easy to say
but
I hoped for so long,
longed
for your stay
presence,
touch, memories
and
such
left
behind the sorrow
the
pain
with
these cuts and carving...
all
I have now are those
with
whom I share these saying