Recycled by shame I grew trapped in my gold chains,
Away in my closet clothed with uncertainties.
Draped with chest wounds and hampered by aching limbs,
But I’d still give myself up to you when you came along.
Bruised to show my struggle’s pain,
Ripped apart to valuate the extent of my claim,
Famed by falsehood forever driven to hide,
In my skin remains truth but my heart is bound to lie.
Swept by the courtesy of an over zealous calm,
Comforted by the darkness of the hurricane’s eye.
Memories never rush back when it rains from my eye’s door.
I see it upon arrival they say and you will know
The pain I feel through the winds that blow
Above the flowers and the trees that grow
Between the brush and the fallen crows
I’ll be waiting, until then we’ll know
Copyright J.R. Thomas