No More Choices To Goodbye

Written Works Collection: Poetry

My tears have run dry.  How many different ways do I ask "why"?
I crack my head like an egg to a pan.  Trying to make sense of yet another relationship gone bad.
Emotions like water from a faucet, flow through me.
A constant reminder of the fool I have been. Crushed in spirit and soul.
I look for a black hole in which to crawl.
Start, yet again, just when I thought a family was born.
Bitterness breeds like a cancerous seed.
Laying down, I long for the peacefulness of sleep.
Perhaps to awake to the realization that I gave all I had, and was not the one to behave bad.
With God's help, I will begin again.  No looking back or too far ahead.
My wings are spread wide, to chase my dreams.
This time, it's for me. Without caring what my reality is.