splattered

when did I decide 

to live in tomorrow,

yesterday keeps slapping

yet

never getting further than 

hello...

this scar is subterranean

and still can't absorb

what I see right before me. 

not yet 

what I want to believe

how could it...

when I gave it all for you

stood in the path of certain damnation,

left my soul 

standing,

while fighting the signal to flee ...

Reviews

[Ted Kniffen]

Nothing repels love faster than hidden scars. We want to connect, but those nicks and cuts to the psyche stand in the way. Time, it is said, 'heals all wounds'. We can hope 'it wounds all heels' as well.
Good write, Alisa.

[Alisa Js]

Thank you, Ted.

Wishing you well.

alisa

[Sami Khalil]

A touching poem with a beautiful title. I like your style.

[Alisa Js]

Thank you, Sami for stopping by. I will be by soon.

Alisa

[Sami Khalil]

Any time. You are welcome.