stinger

it is the quick sting
of a scorpion 
and the poison seeped through 

on such a high 

felt like a lie

now this is what they always do 

they did what they meant 

i tried to minimize the effects 

but it hurt 

out of my control 

but what does it matter?

it worked 

take me far away from here 

to find a remedy 

that lasts 

wherever i go 

i know i have to be 

more than this recycled past 

and if I never get to see again

the people i’ve come to love 

then it is what it is 

i can’t control 

what i don’t know 

and i can’t keep holding on to all of it 

alone 

les’nspired