Friday, December 10, 2010

No More

My shell was born
from a bad seed

A bad seed
fallen
from a crooked tree

A crooked tree
sprung
from a rotten nut

Cycling
through the shit,
the lies,
the secrets

Repeating
the same blemishes,
the same evils

Leaving
behind
the same debris
and scars

My breaks
squeal
sputter
skip
stop

No more

No more
bad seeds

No more
lies and scars

My wheel
has stopped

Turn back time
Shielding them
from the past
from rotten nuts

The naive eyes
love completely
live without guilt
without regret
without ghosts

I refuse
to destroy
those eyes
with the same
rusty wheel
that crushed
mine

No more.

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