Splinters

Caught in a memory
Caught in a perfect dream
of happiness
caught in a half lived life
Do you know how much it hurts
to revive?

Again and again
I start a new
Try to forget the pain
Know too well that it is true.

Like on splinters of broken glass
I'm walking 0n the edge
And every time
my feet come into touch
with splinters,
I bleed.


By Tom Kenway (Micha)