The
ego bruises
Bruises
deeper
Deeper
Than the wounds
The
wounds of touch
Gone
are the days of trusting
Confidence
easily shattered
Confiding
totally battered
Life
is sad really
When
numb sets in
Only
Memories really
Even
those will fade
The
eyes show the darkness
The
darkness within
Life
is sad really
When
trust is a tool
Once
used and tossed aside
Mourning
the waste
Only
memories really
Yet
even those fade
Like
the ambitions of the foolish
A
few cuts and scraps
Even
those fade
Fleeting
advantages
The
wounds that linger
A
faint spirit in this body
Even
this will fade
Life
is sad really
The
comfort of broken bounds
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