Scratch Factory

The ravenous lack of love in the world
The desolation of it
Every time the bandage is pulled off
I scream
To see it uncovered again
Even only for a second
The unhealed, never healed
Wound that gapes
That scorns all sense and reason
That grinds every care and
Tenderness
Into sand
So that all I can do
Is build castles
And ignore the tide