Time
Does not heal
All wounds
Time
Spent with things
Left unsaid
Leaves gaping
Endless wounds
Maybe you can
forgive yourself
before
You’re quietly dead.
Kait King ♡ April 2018
time
Here, take the knife
Carve the edges off your haunting pain
With time as sharp as a knife
the moments slide by in an agonizing grind
You’ll have this moment for the rest of your life
My feet sunk deep in a cement grip of permanence
a ball and chain of grief connects my soul to the earth
My bones and skin just vehicle remnants
My soul will have rebirth
© Kait King, 2015
Pass it forward:
Sword of Damacles
When you’re hanging by a thread
and the voices in your head
say “just let go”
When you feel torn and down
you try to take a look around
but find
you’re blind
And the time is running out
and you know what it’s about
you can feel that hanging rope
that blade against your throat
and you lean on in….
© Kait King, 2015
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