It is not your job to fix me
You were not the one who broke me
Death has a number and coming for me
You need to walk away you cannot fix me
I walked into the room and noticed you
Anger and rage explode and rolls off you
Verbal assault as knives thrown by you
What was it that had me drawn to you
I laugh at your sweet word comforting my pain
Your touch is supposed to heal, it causes more pain
Hold it in, do not show the others, how much pain
You won’t let me go, as stubborn as a clog in my vein, causing more pain
I must be the glue to construct you back
Nasty words, no words, molten eyes, the devils back
I did this before wounds scared deep in my back
Move forward, hold my hand do not look back
You have lost you mind, this comes in three’s
I was born to be damaged since the age of three
Nothing is rectified on the count of three
A cold sweat, bone tremors and I bleed, See three
I can’t tell you where the angle starts or the devil begins
What I can say with every ending another thing will begin
My black and white feathers will wrap you and we shall begin
Nothing you say or do will end this. Let us do this journey, Let’s begin
The title hooked me in. This journey begins at the end, I hope there is a follow up poem, Fia. Enjoyed this piece.
Thank you, Daniel. Maybe there is. Will the Angel or the Devil win? Hmm, that is the question. ;))
Powerfully penned, Fia. This write has a lyric vibe my friend. Nicely executed. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you, Damin. Lyric feel to it? I love that.;))
” It is not your job to fix me
You were not the one who broke me ”
Blessings to you…first off.
Much respect to you during your journey through Shadow Work
Your introspection is deeply appreciated
Heavy write indeed
Naaj
Thank you, Naaj. Appreciate it.