Holding memories in my heart,
overwhelmed with love.
False attempts and poor displays
harsh words flow from an unkind heart.
Crushed by rejection
the heart’s door slams shut.
A soul shattered from the blow.
A wound made within the chambers of the soul.
Mind wanders through thoughts of sadness,
always returning to the madness.
A ball of fire in my stomach
the heart’s uneasiness, crying to her love one.
Time passes and the mind is at ease.
The heart and soul have been healed.
Life has returned along with the rest of the world,
focusing on new aspects of my single life.
Memory has not forgotten
the deserted, winding road behind it.
Wishing never to the dark torment
recently left behind.
It will come again.
The pure joy and happiness strangled by
blindness dishonesty and lies
and the cycle will resume
on the endless, timeless ride.
Actors portray the pain
I experience during this hateful play.
Nothing can stop it or repress it,
the plague that seems to infect us.
Causing destruction wherever its path leads.
Leading us blindly to the deep hours of despair.
