Poetry · Writing

Scar

You can’t see it,

if you look closely. I know,

it doesn’t add up

two plus two

shows the fire the ignites

the giant powering my time

like a six-hour deadline.

You couldn’t see it under

a magnifying glass, look closely

don’t blink,  it’s not there.

I believe you when you say

you want to patch things up,

but there is nothing to patch,

the patch powers my tank to move

the will to wake,

my will to move.

Move the being to make

the dream

the night creates.

 

 

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