Flaws Before Findings

[Deor Ana Log]

Standers eyeing in after, from windows outside
Find it's impossible to window unlock
Yet easy to open the floodgate of the "died"
Passing time morphs into a broken clock
They are in countless ways more radicalized
Than inside fighters who circumstance-survived
Observers extent is bound by external scars
Never the causes and chaos within walls of pain
Seeping through future survivors squalor
Spent in prized pen, receding rose, double dollars
First punch, final blow, villain, foe
Aren’t inscribed on the blood and bones
Only on the ones who were drowned,
Funneled within fire and will now go
Trailing lost words scent; that sacred stab wound
Suiting up into out-livers somehow claiming victory
Until the deadbed, refusing to admit they are
Just as flawed as the fallen
Coming up again again again
A scab floats in a sea of pain
We are left with a single enduring belief
That our flaws are fatal, final, forged
The string connecting life's bead
And what saved "mighty" me before