I suppose some context is in order, because normally I’m such an upbeat person, but I don’t really have an explanation I’m prepared to fully disclose. In addition to Project Finish Line, which I’ll be writing on more this weekend, I’ve embarked on a bit of an accidental journey that is putting me through my paces, and well…out this came.
Worry not, my friends, I may not actually be as bullet proof as I claim, but I try to be tough to hit.
And if you’re reading this, suggestions on a title?
Broken heart, yet still I stand
A shattered shell with grains of sand
Beneath the skin that rip and tear
At throbbing scars already there.
Empty numbness leaves me needing.
Someone stop the jagged edges inside bleeding.
But I walk alone with you forever,
Festering wounds holding me together.
Pull away then turn around
For though I fight I long to drown
In the merciless sea of time ahead
That fills my every breath with dread
Of living life an immortal cursed
To trudge invisible upon the earth
Across the paths of none who see
What could have been whole is broken in me.
My soul is hope transformed to doubt
Now trapped and screaming with no way out.
At the top of my lungs I silently cry
Lamenting the second before goodbye
Where possibilities thrived,
And we were alive,
With reasons to try,
And no end in sight.
But now it’s today,
When you walked away,
Leaving behind you this fractured wraith
To survive in the absence of aspirations or faith.
So I put on the smile already failing me
To pretend to the world I’m still in one piece
And somehow still similar to
The person I was when looking at you,
But It’s all a lie, for with each ragged breath
That person is gone, the thing remaining is death.
It’s desperate to fall, but I steady my hand…
Broken hearted, yet still