Disjointed

disjointed thoughts and
inane ramblings are all
that protect my wounded heart
i live in fear that someday –
someday very soon –
the knife will plunge,
plunge so deep and carve
out the last piece left whole

disjointed thoughts and
inane ramblings are all
that quell the torment
in the light of day –
those awful wounds that
hide in day’s presence…
those awful words and deeds
that would bring you to your knees

disjointed thoughts and
inane ramblings are what
bring me to my knees by
the light of the moon –
those wounds exposed,
open, raw, and painful…
those wounds that bring
the walls crashing down

disjointed thoughts and
inane ramblings – you’ve
been here before…
been here as you held that blade
over your wrist and prayed
for sweet mercy from the
pain and cries echoing
out from your heart


disjointed thoughts and
inane ramblings – they’ve
whispered in your ear
more times than not…
whispered as you lay there,
unable to awaken,
reliving it over and over –
wanting to die.

disjointed thoughts and
inane ramblings – your friend?
or are they your enemy?
able to protect you from your past
while bringing up every wounds,
those thoughts and ramblings
are all that surround you
in the depths of night.