I am a tortured soul
Like a cold sore
A cancerous mole
Walking a tightrope
Of death
And still I have so
Much life to live
I am what no one wants
I am what no one loves
Sent from up above
Glistening in a garden of
Broken glass and blood
Left over from
The steps I took to get
Closer to the core
Of myself
If it seems like I am
Pushing you away
It might just be that you
We’re never really here
Anyway
To sit next to or lie down with
A tortured soul
A burning cold sore
A cancerous mole
Walking the tightrope
Of my living death
Deceiving me
Though I still have yet-
So much breath
To breathe
So much life left
To conceive
So much more
To give
© GÄ
Poétique 