♥Twisted inside♥
I am twisted inside. My mind has no release from hidden sins. My body wracked with truths, betrayed within the lies. Can my flesh ever heal? I feel the burns. How my soul crumbles with the light of truth. How the truth twists into my mind like a crown of razor sharp thorns. How can one walk when the world around them seems so tilted in others favor?
These scars I bare, they are hidden. So deep no one may ever see the pain, at times not even me. So shallow is the word, idea of forgiveness. For I can not even forgive myself, the innocent. I am trapped in wicked torment. No matter how I struggle it seems to never let me free. The only thing that ever breaks is my will to move on. To look away.
Can a twisted soul ever live?
Can the burns I have heal with the love of those I know are true?
It seems to only subside the very essence of the pain. Only cover up the ugliness of the wounds as if to lay fine silk over them. Pretend as if they are there no more.
I am Twisted inside. I know that will never change. I know it is my own cross to bear. I pray the poison does not pass on. The scars die with me. That I will hold onto them so tight to take them down with me. I will not share this fate. I will not let it haunt another innocent. I will not let another be twisted, wounded. Can poisoned flesh ever heal? I still now feel the burns. The branded mark of the pain. How my soul still crumbles with the light of truth. Will I be forced to forever hide within the darkness of past memories?
I am Twisted inside. That may never be changed. I know that it is my sin to carry. Sadly, I am not alone. So many others lie in this world with my wounds, the same scars I too bare. These sins can never truly die with me; too many others share the same hidden truths. Too many still live within a lie of normality, innocence and peace. Too many close their eyes; too many simply do not speak.
We are twisted inside. Too many hold on tightly, to many hope to take the memories down. We will not let them take us down! We will haunt those who haunt the innocent, never to allow them to mark, scar, brand another soul. We will not let another share our fate. We will not close our eyes; we will open the ones of those who do. We will scream out to those a warning of this fate! Never will we let another become twisted inside.
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