Something inert

Strings and things

scratches on skin

Forgotten letters to the dead

Stagnant and forgotten

I find so much within this pain…

More than an emotion

More than a thought

It deepens the wounds and opens all scars

There is something inert in your presence…

Forbidden and vague

You plague me

Thoughts of you detain my soul from it’s birth

Knowledge of you

derails me

Letting go

Passing by

realizing that the answer lies in me

And you are NOT my salvation.

One person, can not be an answer…

dih – 6/14/12