I can’t be doing this again,

I can’t be doing this again,
I can’t be crossing roads.
I can’t be swimming deep.
I can’t be seen running to slow.
I can’t be seen shedding a tear.

Pain.

Shattered, are the mirrors on wall.
Battered, are the souls that scream.
Tattered, are the sheep’s dream.
Baffled, can’t be the society.
Tortured but now put to sleep.

Praying for reconciliation on a brand new slate.