Spoke

I went out and spoke into the other side of me,
I looked in at what others are afraid to see,
Windows of scars deep and jagged,
Wounds covered over years of habit,
Scabs peeled back open to ooze,
Filled them in with drugs, woman and booze,
Covered them up and licked em shut,
Daylight through dark got me in a rut,
Running through dances with heels on my feet,
In between naps is when I creep,
Along the corridors of mine,
Through the doors of my time,
From my birth Ive been walking here,
Alone raging and ranting in fear,
Wrapping it on down,
To the basic conversation,
Where ya goin kid?
The paths are wide open,
The doors are closing,
Don’t you want to come in?
Fennigan T 1.15.10