Controlled Sanity
The distance away makes fear seem absurd,
As the steady approach of the end can be heard.
The finale is all it can be called.
So many times broken I have balled.
Ounces, quarts, and gallons these young age filled eyes create.
Each that escapes connected to deep seeded emotion given too generously by fate
Each heartache, each loss, each time ripped thru,
Like a hot knife to butter can slice, seperated before the mind knew.
The highs, the lows as time flows,
Consumed so unnoticed the ends approach slows.
Crawling, desperately trying to creep,
Instinct quietly screams, so hard to sleep.
The body, the mind, the soul weary beyond its tender year,
Each one frantically ready for the end to appear.
Only a heart beating loudly in that cavern called a chest,
Could possibly wipe away the pain and loss a girl in duress.
As the ends approach becomes louder still suddenly it dead stops,
So close the heart squeezes then drops.
Nothing can be heard, insanity upon me,
Scrambling to pull back control as the end lets lose of a deafening scream.
Numb bone chilling nothingness the last exhale,
A moment in time when sanity was destined to fail...
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