The Beam
Everything crumbles
Yet the support beams
Still stand to let you know
What you once had,
As if to taunt and tease you
The supportless beams are the
Only thing left in your haunting, lonely,
Blind, and mildewed world of self hatred
The raunchy smell of death is enough
To make you violently vomit
You look for a rope to end it once and for all,
But instead find a memory that was once
A happy pace in your life
Then it’s a race till you realize, eventhough
The rope would have ceased all the pain,
One day your life will have an even flow
And for some reason you still remain
At your sanitys breaking point, a different
Beam blasts blindly into vission, a sunbeam
Then a warm, secure, gentle hand reaches down
To pull you up out of your deserted, tainted,
And stranded world to start everything
Brand new,
A new
You
Copyright © Wendy Rader | Year Posted 2010
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