Story

story

The hurt is fading
The anger surfacing
The tongue that’s been tied
Is now forever stating

I’m being eaten alive
Influenced by the hating

The fatigue deep inside
Has carried in my eyes
As the weight intensifies
Breaths are wearing thin

The heart on my sleeve
Has been cut, left to bleed
Now I’m left with a need
That I can’t seem to feed

…Yet it reaches out to me…
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The loneliness is taming
The pain forever staining
The way I see the world
Is a bruise with endless shading

A wound linked to the world’s weeps

The wound has cut too deep
It’s been taking from my sleep
Each time I close my eyes
Laying prayers at my feet

It seems I’ve stopped believing
Held together, but I’m needing

This hole in my chest
A piece that is not healing
What is this that I’m feeling
Broken, left here kneeling

Take what’s left of me
A token to a cause
Craft it to a story
Something making sense

Something meant to be

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