Tuesday, October 27, 2009

October 27, 2009

Sorrow is a macabre thing.  It involves the dying of you and the evolution of you.  To rise splendid and untouched from such a trial is something few can do.  It's weight can break you.  Empty and fill you at once.  Sorrow seems to swallow whole these days.  It leaves me dried and so confused.  Incorrigible suffering over something you fought so desperately to love.  

I want out.  I want out of this cage, whose walls I built.  I cannot go along blind and undeciding.  You had my trust and my faith.  And you smashed it.  Again and again.  

"I carry your heart with me, I carry it in my heart"...
And for that, I must let you go.

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