My pain is abysmal; a labyrinthine and Byzantine maze of indistinguishable trails.
My brain is a place, not even I care to traverse.
And all of my breadcrumbs are stale.
Nothing is familiar. I’m rotting from the inside.
Filled with so much tragedy
Not even Shakespeare could write.
So much Hell in a body heaven sent
So many tears these eyes have spent
So much beauty, gone astray
Nothing but inexorable heartache and pain.
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I’m lost, I’m on my own; homeless and alone
Hanging by a noose from a promise
Not meant for rescue.
Indistinct whispers caught in shallow breaths send shivers down my spine
With no escape; my love…caged inside
I'm given no answers…
…to the where’s…to the when’s and to the why’s…
My strength falters in my darkest hour; just as I need it the most
Emptied and devoured, what is left to kill?
Of a soul, lifeless and tortured
And ever unfulfilled.
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The scars carry no burden, but a heart flooded with tears
This heaviness in my chest, almost too much to bare.
Yet how I linger, in circles do I wade
A shallow ocean of emotion
I lay, wide awake.
My mouth open, to drink of the past
The only way out of this cast iron mask.
Choking…as my lungs fill with rheum
The whispers return…
(like a tightening noose)
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She whispers...
..."I - love - you"
By: Jay Bird
Copyright ©2007
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