I’m just a ghost of who I used to be
And even scrap of what I was stirs only murky waters.
I dive in search of shattered self
To only find what I’m not.
Memories like fading scars,
Heal fast but always cling to you.
Inflicted by a word,
They invisibly bleed for years.
My indigo sky rains every day.
I’m soaked and wet.
Too attached to seek a hand.
Too numb to scream my pain.
I give scars with my hands
Too scared to pull away.
Drained them out of every color,
I bleed but they the ones to pay the price.
Like autumn leaves I’m changing colors,
They know and turn around.
In the eye of the storm I always end up on my own.
So used to living in ghost town.
I rise out of these cold waters gasping for air,
With every page of my memory I skim over,
I come apart at the seams,
I keep flickering on and off.
Memory Is Like An Open Wound
© Copyright: Джеймс Грей, 2021
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