Mark My Words

I tell and I speak

In this voice, to teach

And prepared to take in

To satisfy and to win.

These expressions now open,

Each utterance so clear,

And desperate to heal -

It bubbles what can no longer bear.

In the dark of the night,

These fears at a height,

Engulf my world,

With loneliness curled.

Each whisper a past,

And swallows it fast,

Thus - becoming so real,

And then cushioned with a seal.

My eyes close to protect,

But the voice press with neglect,

And power it has stripped,

And weakened and gripped.

And so, with a fight,

I've pushed with all might,

To carry this weight -

So that all will abate.

But strength is now meager,

In truth, I do seek her,

For failure is choice,

And still I hear her voice.

So mark these words,

Let it indent as a sword,

For tomorrow begins anew,

To recommence as due.

#Burnbright x