Endurance Before Death

Free me from the desecrated life that I live each day. Torment me not anymore for my essence is awake. She yearns to be free, not of the mind so trapped. I have forfeited true happiness though there is joy. Defile not the ones partnered in this strife. To carry one within is just a notion of destruction. These days and nights are bewildering with mystery. Who would ask for this, no one of their free will? No one deserves the dissection of the mind this way. Though talent may be a gift disposed upon them. What is the price or the payment for a barren soul? She calls in the darkness, claws at other memories. Which is the truth and which a lie, can we know. A mind that is active in so many different styles. An eye for beauty that comes from this insider, An ear for the whispers of laughter so tormented, Scent of distraction that delivers each to continue. Touching of other souls is the key of both survivors. Love and tenderness is the endurance before death. I have felt these things in the past this is just a poem that shows the pain and uncertainty that I have and i am sure others have had similar feelings and thoughts, only slightly different.