(2012)
#Pain #Sadness #Tears
A little boy tugs at his mothers arm while she ignores him. Tears springing to his eyes he wonders why.
My ceiling is dreary The white paint Paled from the years Flaking and peeling I stare morbidly content
My fingers gliding across the keys In a race to keep up with My wayward thoughts Drifting through me head Things demanding to be out
Guarantees a long painful death ...
I don’t want to see. How empty I am on the inside. My heart, shattered. My spirit, broken. My soul, torn.
We wrap ourselves in bubbles The numbness keeping us safe From the pain we hide from Silence filling gaping holes In our hearts as we try to forget
You look at me Like I’m some prize on display Pride glimmering in your eyes As you smile encouragingly AND
I thought I knew What was love That I would recognize it When it came to the door Greet it with open arms
A fluke encounter Letter after letter Turning me inside out Each new exchange Giving me
Forgiveness is the hardest gift to… Tears clouding our vision Our sadness turning to madness Hiding our hearts beneath Thick layers of rust
Night has fallen Once again Leaving me alone With my thoughts Their incessant prattle
Time ceases to exist Vanishing from my mind As my worries cry All the things I can’t control Throwing me back
My pen is ravenous today My broken spirit Guiding its every stroke The blurred words Building rivers from my tears
I loved my father He was a great man He was the worst of kind Sometimes he made me want to die Others he showed me how to shine
Memories flood through my head Drowning me once again Days turn to years But the suffering never ends Memories resurfacing