My heart is breaking
its earth quaking deliberating this
Fate I'm facing
there's no space in
my soul for the taste it
leaves in my pores
wanting more from my core.
I've locked the door but my fears are sprawled on the floor
it's four and I'm awake with heart ache for pains sake it's all I can take not to cry
to run away
to the future
to the day when this has all gone another way,
when there's nothing to say and peace is in play.
But alas I'm stuck in the past, this feeling can't last but the present holds fast,
I'm within pains grasp
drowning in a river of air
coddled by despair,
the treatments impaired
its not all that fair.
I'm trapped in its lair,
caged by the page of age upon me,
I'm sorry that I'm not strongly persisting in the midst of the army,
I've lost my wits to the kiss
of depression. Dancing lightly in succession with repression.
Albeit I've learned a lesson, one cannot lessen
their own hurt with mere confessions
of gratitude for their worldly possessions,
sometimes it takes profession in universal faith,
acceptance in your mistakes
and letting yourself feel the heartbreak.