Bed of nails

In this place of deepest hurt and wanting

You laid me down

On a bed of nails

So don’t dare to tell me

Its only the thoughts in my head

Leading me to this anguish pain and dread

That my friend

Is the harshest cut of all

And just because you buried your pain

Underneath layers of concrete

Does not mean I have to be

Oh so discrete

When this grief is a primal force

It takes all our skill to wreckon with

At a point in time

Where we seek so much to control

Or suppress

And know so little of how to

Truly surrender

Open

Or show tenderness