Perfect at the end
A permanent reminder runs crooked down his chest
a seam, a scar, still raw, deep, and red
he is in debt to a strangers hand, loses rest
for fear of failing his second chance
fear of never being anything but the best
because even the highest peak is lost to the sky
the meaning locked beyond an impossible test
and the thoughts drain him, destroy, burn any hope
but somehow he hides his hatred of the stress
he becomes numb...
I was there in the end, stuck with the unwelcomed guest
who shattered me with unsurpassable dread
who left the reminder on my breast
I pitied him for he was alone without himself
what was left just the darkness of obessed
so I went to him
They were repressed
not by anything or anyone
but after cardiac arrest
they lost each other and lost themselves
together though they were perfectly blessed
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