Terrible, Terrible Damage
The line that has held up for so very long
Now in an instant beginning to falter
The line that had once held together so strong
Now the terrible, terrible damage.One small mistake that forever you’ll rue
Searching desperately for the assaulter
But the burly invader keeps pushing on through
Causing terrible, terrible damage.And now all you feel is pain from that spot
Your very mood is starting to alter
You wish it diminished; you know that it’s not
Not this terrible, terrible damage.No longer does this “just not happen to you”
Bow your head to the truth like a halter
For you’re only human, and vulnerable too
To this terrible, terrible damage.If you would do anything to be rid of the pain
Then prepare your lamb for the altar
But it may still be long to feel normal again
With this terrible, terrible damage.Some think we’re different, but we’re all the same
What binds us is laughter; what binds us is pain.
Part of NaNoWriMo Penance. Title donated by Andrew L.
Inspired by “Stranger in a Strange Land” and getting a splinter.