I've hurt someone
Now like a wrecking ball inside me
Again and again each memory
Of the people that I've hurt
Slams and hollows this one out
Like an old abandoned building
What a conceited ass
I have become
My hands reach out
All they find is rubble
My nostrils fill with smoke and dust
Ashes and sulfur are my accusers
Tears lay choking and thrashing
Somewhere deep within
Damn the cold stillness
In the granite quarry
Of a pride cramped belly
A balloon filled with putrid air
A glove with no hand to take it
A cloud without rain
A glove with no hand to take it
A cloud without rain
As my silence groans
In the growing darkness
Of empty words and
Broken promises
Trampled love and
Shattered relationships
Echos, of what was
And what might have been.
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