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.
Monday March 10th, 2014
1 hour ago