Fault
The deepest fault runs through the earth
Through my head into my history
My scars will make me
Before they succeed to break me
It must be our fault
We arrived
The guilt must be our own
We survived
Fractured remains of glass
We must be
To live in the cracks
On the edge of society
Splintered down the centre
Through the sides
The thorns of blackest vines
Constraining
Like a fissure through the dirt
I will run
Because I have lived it
And many times have I collapsed
The gap has widened
To swallow me down
The hungry pit of poverty
The yawning pockets of jealousy
The struggle grinds on
And wounds run deep
And ruptures eventually bleed
Anger and hate has done this to me
The deepest fault runs through the earth
Through my heart into my history
My scars have made me
Before they succeeded to divide me
