SOON TO BE ELIMINATED

My faith is broken
I’m half spent token
Acumen is a pronounced history
I’ve fallen dumb
Tumbled inside my skin
Don’t you get it?
Ah I glide in the tides
I’m susceptible sand particle
I may turn into castle
Grain on grain
But won’t sustain
Don’t you get it?

Steal my wounds that won’t heal
Lament is my adopted child, if you kneel,
Arms around your neck you will feel
So what do you think?
Will you take it?

I’m a broken arrow
Mishit my own bone marrow
Doused in my toxic tainted blood
Once a seasoned sparrow
Can’t be mended or be cleansed
I will see no tomorrow
Don’t you get it?

I can’t grease up my remains
Remains that I can’t keep
Cups of my palms seep my weeps
Tip by tip I’m falling bleak
Don’t you, don’t you get it?

Steal my wounds that won’t heal
Lament is my adopted child, if you kneel,
Arms around your neck you will feel
So what do you think?
Will you take it?

No?!
So you get it?

——

WRITTEN FOR PROMPT #66 THE MUSIC OF LEONARD COHEN

Photo Credit: fc05.deviantart.net by phatpuppyart
Photo Credit: fc05.deviantart.net by phatpuppyart
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  1. Beautiful. I can relate to wounds somehow. My state of mind.

  2. Loved this!!

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