The part of me that has died
Smolders like a sleeping dragon inside
I put forward the brave face
But my soul is torn
Like a running shirt
Caught on a thorn
The fluid it oozes is clear
Drained of all color by naked fear
The TV screen
Sends a searing image to my brain
Of a lonely child crying in pain
All I can do is wonder
If that child is mine
My brave face will tell you I’m fine
But that face is a lie
I always feel one step ahead of tears
I’ve had this feeling for so many years
That it becomes a constant mood
My sense of balance comes undone
My soul has bloody roots
So I cannot run
I can squirm but I still feel tied
My bonds tightened
By the tears I’ve cried.
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