Circus

I feel like I’m cut open
It’s festering not closing
It burns and it rages
Infection coursing my blood stream

You experiment on me daily
The threads you use are golden
The canvas ripped and broken
You open up a landslide inside me

They carried me in their arms
Gifted me to your table
Not in expectation, only hoping
An addiction based in coping

You opened up a circus inside me
The clowns they are all laughing
At all the fun they’re having
Is recovery real or just a dream