Wounds, scars, success

So many things cut deep.
So little heals the wounds.
So often a soul must weep.
Nearly never is it heard.


How deep is the pain?
Does your heart want to burst?
Are you caught in the rain,
Freezing from the cold?


Every cut tells stories.
Wounds turn into scars,
Scars become memories.
Memories cut so deep.


Remember those nears and fars,
They are past and future wounds.
Wounds turn into scars,
Scars become the proof.


Proof you went through,
And lived to tell the stories.
Proof you know what to do,
And you will survive.
© Jerry Langdon 2016

No Gray

Could you

Would you

Want to
Need to

Love me

Hate me

God this heart

Is falling apart

Was there ever a time

I was worth a dime

Confusion is all I see

So can you tell me

Did you

Do you

Want to

Need to

Kiss me

Eat me

I need to know

Where did it go

'Cause all that I receive

Is feelings that deceive

I'm plagued by uncertainty

So won't you please tell me

There's no black and white today

Nomore simple shades of gray

I find it confusing

Everything but amusing

Confusion is all I see

So can you tell me

Could you

Would you

Want to

Need to

Love me

Hate me

Did you

Do you

Want to

Need to

Kiss me

Eat me?

© Jerry Langdon 2016