i fear i may have left out
the page you should have read
i fear I am a cop out
because of this I dread

dog eared corners spoke of
things I knew so well
half spoke truths and glimpses
of a living hell

the moment has a mission
caress the mind that aches
but it's more than just a moment
for life, for love, God's sake

it's a hidden laceration
on hearts that bleed inside
pull and pry with crowbar
the weathered skin and hide

cathartic words can comfort
the purging of some things
I hope and pray this life so short
is more than just a fling