Trying times creeps in breaking into my memories, hitting like a ton of bricks with heavy blows; below the levels of tolerance.
Taring back the flesh exposing it to old and new wounds. Destroying tones that once held a sweet melody,
Watching as it deteriorate and shatter hopes and dreams, losing its clutches that once clingles so tightly.
Ripping and shredding the words I love you that was ink spilt across many sheets of paper. Sad though to find out the those words held no value. I have been severly wounded and defeated from the miscarriage of love.
Now that I have become weary, weak and beat in time, my emotions has come to a still. So I pause here and set down my load and rest, I rest here until rise; I will rise when I have rested from all that has been invested.


1 comments:
I certainly can relate..
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