The Resurrection

I see the unearthed hole in the ground...
I thought I had buried you away.
Now you stand before me, covered in dirt...
You say it is resurrection day...

I thought I'd washed you from my skin,
But, those marks are starting to aggress,
Taking with them, the little I've held on to
Surfacing the girl crying in protest...

I'd hoped I'd drowned the memories of you...
Because, it was either them or me...
But, now there back like a tsunami...
Waters so strong that I can't flee.

I'm breathing the same air as you...
Walking the same old familiar streets...
Knowing that, you know, I know...
I'm never too far, out of your reach.

Over Time

Sand keeps slipping through the glass
There's not much of it left today...
I've sat and watched it for so long...
I try to keep those thoughts at bay.

Though times like these; they abate me,
I'm left hungering for something more...
Left thirsting from those empty promises,
Quiescent truths I couldn't see before...

Insipid oxygen constricts my horizons
And moments come when I can't breathe
Overwhelmed by how I came to be here
And why it is, I can't seem to leave...