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Dream Shattered, and Heartbroken
"The Spirit of the Lord GOD is upon me; because the LORD hath anointed me to preach good tidings unto the meek; he hath sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to them that are bound; [2] To proclaim the acceptable year of the Lord, and the day of vengeance of our God; to comfort all that mourn; [3] To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the LORD, that he might be glorified."
~~Isaiah 61:1-3 KJVS
There is an ache deep in my core.
I don't think I can go on anymore.
stops my lungs, my breath it severs
trying in vain to hold it together
with weary arms wrapped around my middle,
rock myself, like when I was little
all days ahead turn black with dread
once filled with life, now reeks of dead
once filled with dreams, sweet plans for two
all of my hopes, you killed those too
they say I am just heart broken
well not quite, you sliced me open
took my bloody, beating heart in your fist
and wrung it out with a nasty twist
I can't survive this kind of pain
without my mind breaking, going insane
I will have to fight for every breath
and stop myself from wishing for death
although unable right now to see
one day I'll heal, I'll be happy.
Copyright ©
Crystol Woods
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