Writings

Over the years I have written many short pieces (mostly poems and song lyrics) that I have never done anything with. Going forward I am going to begin posting them here. I haven't edited any of these since they were originally written and the majority are from at least five years ago; so please bare with me. I have been working on other, larger projects lately, which are not ready for review yet. The writings I will feature here tend to be on the darker side because I wrote them at a time in my life when I was dealing with feelings of loneliness and uncertainty. Please be assured that while I recognize and sympathize with the emotions involved, I no longer have those feelings to the same degree.


Wounds

You can't take back what's been said
What's done is done
Those words were your emotions released
And they cut me deep
They rolled off your tongue so easily
Yet now you claim it was only a mistake
That you didn't mean it
But the truth is you did

Slicing through my skin, now dead
Evil predilections verbalized
Wishing none of this had been said
These harsh words have me paralyzed

You can't always make up
For what's been done
Sometimes the wounds are too deep
The loss too great to heal
And all you're left with are painful memories
And scars on your soul

Slicing through my skin, now dead
Evil predilections verbalized
Wishing none of this had been said
These harsh words have me paralyzed

Praying Your love is the cure
To take away these scars
Hoping your mercy can release me
From behind my own prison bars
Only You can heal my wounds