nothing changes

i trace my fingers
over the scars
marvelling at the
incoherence in those
jagged reminders
a pristine painting
the lines etched
by the winds of time
now a jigsaw lattice
showing a broken
vista of yesterday

nothing ever changes
the vacancy of an open wound
before the body
remembers to finally bleed
shedding the scales
of insomnial hell
a forlorn phoenix rising
in the throes of nightmare
cursing remembrances
as fingers trace the familiar
lines of sundered hope

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