Key Poem by Matthew Boisjolie

Lost inside violent prophesies,
opening the wound,
i try to catch my breath,
the battles only loose,
but you insist to portray,
the one you never were,
i have much more,
that was inside before,
picking me apart,
to where i have to start again,
i run and try to lock the door,
but the extent of your lies,
cause me to slip,
cutting my arm on your words,
but this is how it ends,
with the door locked,
i walk away.