One Endless Day

May 3, 2010
Piercing sirens tear my soul
Whilst I remeber so long ago
Your scarred face bending down so low
Your menacing eyes now set quaking my bones

Torrents of shots arouse my nerves
Remebering now your threats of old
Or else the crack, if memory serves
of a broken self and a feeling of cold

Wailing abates as the siren fades
realizing now I am safe for today
No blood pours and no hand has made
bruises to hide, this is not that one endless day

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