Scabs of life's decisions

An overview of what one had/wants in life

Picking at the scabs of life's decisions,
leaving only bloody visions.
Seeing with the eyes of an infant,
wishing for space and distance.
Hating all things in the past,
knowing far to well that time will pass.
Leaving us with empty wishes,
hollow kisses,
and near misses.
All good things come to an end,
as will I;
never to think again.