These scars I’ll carry with me always
They never seem to heal
It takes but a moment’s idle thought
for the wound to be forced open
Never quite as wide
and the pain dulls with time
but random pangs of rememberance
still strike now and again
Not sure what’s left to learn
or how to leave behind
whatever ghosts of days gone by
that bring about these flashes
The spikes that strike my soul
the pangs of what came long before
and what might have been ahead