The chest weighs with the weight of the soul's endless rain
The remains are steady faith to the pain I ground with disheveled levelment
I remove the memories of burdened untame, for the plagues of mind; it is those thoughts i keep burrowed behind undry eyes
Struggling is evade as the swallow of happiness becomes my great unattain
With ceasing movement I pray for fade; it is the dissolvement of great minds no longer alike
Knives nonexistent unable to battle the forth brought guns by an opponent unworthy enough to be my thought savior
Thought of as savior to be the savior of thoughts was a concept encrypted with harmonious deception
Captivated by beauty of boundless, receptive I was to serendipity as vulnerability overcame all thought to be my succumbed overcome
I lay in the bed of karmic endeavors, with the quilt of lies to comfort days drowned by darkened light proclaiming the forsaken night of emptiness perpetual
For best efforts it is not in despite, my faith could not defy fate yet I prevail with the strain of my unending reign
With try and might I use to strive, i proceed until recede is the finality I’ve left for the abided time of concede
My thoughts go out to arise to the rise as I remain unrisen
The void with your absence is one that even emptiness cannot fill
I wander with imagination as I fall into the imagery of your missing essence
The hole in my heart tells of the love I was denied felt
Deny is what I must surmise because acceptance relinquishes the rationality of your disappearance
Left is the explanation that explains no end
It is the loss that leaves me with departure’s perish
I meet in the dreams, it will be the strength that utters my hopeless defeat
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angela descalzo
I kept a journal ever since I was a child, often writing poetry, trying to express expression in a way that could be percieved and acknowledged when it is most misunderstood. To show my truth and maybe relate to others with buried truths.
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