nothing new

Miss you when you’re gone

Refrains of love live on

Amidst the holes of doubt I tore

Within the cloth of tenderness

You wove

To coddle my heart

I am sorry

For this

A wild beast

Lives feral here

That part of me

That learnt to survive

Only on scraps of care

I am beginning to see

How hard it is for me

To fully trust

In anything

And how the screen

On which I project images

Only shows what seems to be

Real

And yet

The sad thing

Is

My fear is not built

Upon

Present truths

Is only summoned

By old fears

Parading as negative thoughts

Cascading between my ears

Generated by a host of painful memories

That tell me nothing new at all

About today