A Caper of Darkness

Is it possible
to take hold
of the past
and toss it
far away
for the
blowing winds
to take
into a storm
where it then
becomes broken
in jaggered
illegible pieces?

Distorted
to anyone who
who may look
It becomes irrelevant.

Will the wounds
then seal?
Will new skin
eventually
cover the scars
with flesh
depositing itself
over these incisions?

Once the
cold comes
around like
it usually
does and the
fear sets in
I know
I shall become
pale and
turn white
then shrink
back to pain
with the
old flesh
and once
again perhaps
even uglier
than before
become visible
and where
old sores
I thought
had diminished
to a nothing
resurface
to the nakedness
of all my
vital organs

Once that
is exposed
I am right
back where
I began
in the pit
doing things
which make me
numb and unforgiving
of myself
and the
fractured ways
I have
been living
and all
under this
caper of darkness.