The Gaping Wound...

This gaping wound

Open hole blistering and festering

I push on

But I’m dead inside

Feels like I’m already doomed

Persisting and resisting

Hoping I become numb and damage undone

But I can’t run

And the pain is to great

I wonder if life’s already sealed my fate

Will I see those pearly gates

Or can I press on

And find a cure to my macabre state

Wake up to a full a plate

Wife and kids playing outside underneath the sunshine

I’ve lived under the sun but spilt so much blood that soul slowly succumbed to this valley of the death

No I push on but it feels like there’s nothing left

Like I can’t lift the heavy weight that’s on my chest

And I can barely breathe a breath

I wonder if I can even find a peaceful place to rest

No I have to press

On and forward

Into this dark abyss

And hopefully this wound will heal and cease to exist

Hopefully soon I can undo all of this

Or if I fight on into my grave

With honor depravity and rage

Like a dying animal uncaged

Trying to find my place

And not let this gaping wound

Make the rest of my days a waste