Cauterised wounds show the festering scars
of a life that never could be,
instead the mayhem has reconciled
with the twinge of torment
left between the empty spaces.
Corruption entwine’s through the words,
that used to inspire and rally hope,
now there are secrets buried beneath,
a beast retains every mistake,
there’s no silencing the in-between.
Disorder and rebellion interject,
bringing struggle and strife
back from the brink,
breathing new life into the chaos,
there is no escape.
By: C.A. Gallinger