An understanding of what’s to be. The life that I near so shamelessly threw away…
“What is it for?” I yelled out in pain.
Clutching my heart in agony, I asked “why must it hurt?”
Alone and bleeding I couldn’t take the pain.
Broken to the very last bone in my body, I was better off dead.
Hatred in my heart and blood in my hands it felt like acid when those tears fell.
Not all things are without regret…
On that night I found him as he’d been waiting for my eyes to open.
Like a father comforting his son after a nightmare.
He took away the fear.
No comments:
Post a Comment