Spite

 

 

The soles of my feet blistered and bruised,

I walked on broken glass with no shoes on

My hands scared and weak,

I held on a ledge for too long

All I ever wanted was someone to catch me

When the time came to let go

My once tender heart, now tougher

Broken one to many times and dismembered

Reminiscing how I suffered

I still remember the night I let time slip me by

I was dreaming under a blanket of bitter lies

The harsh taste of reality

Still lingers in my mouth

Spit it out

My spirit never tires

That night home

I was walking on fire

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