To bear
forever are
mine,
the
scars of
inadequacy.
the gashes so
deep, letting
nothing out,
revealing my
hollowness;
that ebbing
tide inside of me,
shallow, shallower.
Not a drop is left,
I have absorbed it all
in
self preservation.
For my sanity I've traded in
my
heart and
soul.
For coyness
lost my
inspiration.
There was no why -
it was never asked.
Demanded only now in futility.
Aimless arrows, prodding at a wound,
self inflicted,
healed, but never bled.