Hit So hard

Hit So hard

A Poem by Scott Lee

dark horizon

blew in

strong

 

 and

  down

  came

  the

  rooftops

 

soft

heart

got

hit

so

hard,

 

bleed into

the floor

 

flooded rooms

became the norm

 

we swim in blood

 

Icy water

saturates

the soul

 

we burn in tears

 

I moved slowly into the open

then ran blind into the briar

 

I bled forth across the trail

and was punished in the storm

 

your abuse made me collect rain drops

 

I tried to study their design

 

I tortured myself

rammed my f*****g head into it all!!!

 

told myself every horrible f*****g thing you could possibly imagine

i attempted to jump across the rift

landed hot into the flames

I put my fury in a box

sealed it up and buried it.

 

Later on I went back and dug it up

when I opened it

 

I felt it nuke my f*****g face off

 

I ran around lost in notebooks

my skeleton laid bare....

 

I tried to overcome my defeat with words

 used expression as a tool

 to chisel thru the stone

 

soft heart gets hit so hard

 

icy claws dig deep into my back

it's hard to find a reason to live

 when all you see is black

 

my hostility could have blown the world apart

a thousand times over

 

dark

horizon

blew

in

strong

 

and

 

became

my

voice

of

war!!!

 

I struggled to subdue it

found outlets

for brutality

 

I reasoned through the madness

until

dark

horizon

blew

away......

 

light horizon opened up

and

showed

the

way

 

found strength

in

dark

horizon

 

drew steel

from yesterday's tears

and leaned them around my heart

 

protect and fortify the palace

 

There's no way you can hurt me now

 

place your hand upon a friend,

 

pick your broken heart up off the floor,

 

trace your deepest scars with a finger in the dark- remember what it gave you?

 

iron strength to face the world.

 

solid courage to endure it all.

 

go ahead and attack me with your fucked up words

and i'll head butt

you back to God.

 

 

 

 
 

© 2013 Scott Lee


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Added on November 8, 2013
Last Updated on November 10, 2013

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Scott Lee
Scott Lee

Ashland, OR



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