i wake in the ruins of yesterdays grief,

Fingers tracing the scars i swore would fade.

The past is a specter that never rests,

It's voice curling through my bones -unrelenting

No light finds me in this hollow place,

Only shadows spilling from forgotten wounds.

i call out only to hear the silence answer;

It's embrace colder than regret.

Would that i could tear free,

I wear this anguish like a second skin.

It does nit leave me-it becomes me!