What Lies Beneath

What Lies Beneath What lies beneath the grief, these stolen dreams , taken away in the night like a thief. What lies beneath the screams, many slippery slopes. No longer having the strength to cope. Giving up all hope. Casting away another day, filled with tears that seemed to have lasted a thousand years . Frustrated by the dos and don't s, the cans and can't s. Rants of unwarranted surrender, misplaced anger. As if, always talking to a stranger, in a room filled with plenty. Any could be or should be your salvation. Yet, left with a battlefield of retaliation, succumbing to an onslaught of annihilation. Retreat to a place ghosted in the past. Last but not least your released, from these emotions in the mirror. Is it any clearer to have had love than to not have it at all? Weaken by the fall of the wicked, misguided and unrestricted from the closure that is needed. Pleaded on broken knees, these thoughts of unease, tease the unrest of the soul. Know your role, within this control like structure of dismay. When there is nothing left to say and all things have gone astray. D'Arrious