Masked feelings entombed by a concrete blanket
Worthless self thoughts battleing each over the other or superiority
As lonliness inhabits my heart, its minions gravitate to each other growing in
number to glorify in winning the battle.
Lonely impending doom feed like a fire on a damp, chilled night.
As sadness creates a journey through my hardned heart, a horde of lost and buried
emotions cling like a homeless, lost vagabon begging for shelter from the raging storm.
Characteristics murdered, slaughtered in my eyes vie for a spot in my mind, longing to be remembered...
My heart embraces them, but my mind holds a dagger primed to strike to defend a heart still weeping from past hurt.
Mind and heart move as one together at a slow, unsteady pace, hoping that forgiveness will come.
Love will be the stitching to piece a broken heart.
Time the binding that heals.