More Heartache
I want to throw up my hands and scream "my life sucks"!
It's just not possible for a person to have so much bad luck.
Typhoons of turmoil are not the norm.
I can't seem to outrun this storm.
So the rain angrily pounds against my window pane.
The wind harshly whispers your name.
Days like these I find myself emotionally drained,
unstable, and unable to get up off my knees.
The pain continues to squeeze me.
Heartache remains religiously.
How is it possible to escape such a feeling?
When more heartache occurs in the time of healing.
I bury my face in my palms.
Those memories are like nuclear bombs.
Crashing into my minds eye.
At times I'm so overwhelmed I want to lay down and die.
I try and pick up the pieces and move on.
It's difficult because I'm doing it all alone.
No shoulder to lean on and those so-called-friends gone.
How much more can a soul take?
When I continue to go through more heartache.
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