cracks my armor
what was once smooth solid
is now shattered unstable, rough
- soft -
words in a song pierce
like high speed rounds
the armor of this shell
and now wond'ring
why I wear it,
seems restrictive
without it feel wounded,
something thick seeps
redly in its disused heaps
- crawl -
out emerge from it
no scab nor scar forms,
wound not weakness
battle long gone
from a field seen clear,
time for rest is here
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