Six Charred Lines


I count six

Six charred lines in my skin

The number of sin

The admittance I cannot win

And the drug I need to consume


And again

When the world beats down on my door

When the wind begs to be let in

I find out how few friends I have

I find out

What the road less travelled really teaches

Speeches of men before me fail to inspire

When I hardly understand why they spoke

And even when I do

Can I reenact their circumstance

To elicit the power and prestige

That causes motion?

The only things that moves me

Is the pain of the past

That keeps on stirring

If everyone started liking me

I think I’d might perish

Because I’d have no one else

To prove wrong

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