The Wreckage Mine

Switchblade wit
furrows of mind
planted seeds me
I grow maligned.

My quest rests I
take quick breath
for the cuts deep
hearken my death.

Adorn sympathy
and I’ll cry with
you for I try attain
truthes not myths.

Why can’t I go for
a day without hurt?
Christ above explains
I am but just dirt. 

So I’ll catch the tail
of a meteor its flash.
Fly through space my
heart and soul fast.

Why have I not got
the things people do?
I found scary alleys
down my avenue.

Maybe I’m not suited
for this world’s toils.
See aspects crooked,
my happiness it spoils.

I want to take hold
I want to take time
so that I might heal
the wreckage mine.

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