I am faithless

And lacking all substance

No promise of tomorrow

No promise of justice


I dig in deep

Just to destroy

Devoid of cause

Devoid of joy


I’m cracked and healed

And cracked again

Stiff with anger

A taut stretched skin


Labored breath

And eyes shut tight

The urge to run

The urge to fight



Upon the wound

To swell the pain

Into a swoon


The grimaced smile

The swallowed words

The truth is there

But seldom heard

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