12 ft under lies the pain
6 ft above are the voices...
They never do calm.
The winds shift, it seems,
In the right direction..
However, it hits harder
than expected.
The night drifted away from me
As I carefully laid my head down.
I am yet to feel like I have before...
I am yet to feel...
I laid there debating on sleep
But I laid there...
I laid there alone.
At times, comfort and familiarity
seems needed...
but it also seems wrong.
But also seemed like love.
I can't heal his heart
I can't numb his pain
I can't help him.
I can breathe,
I can smile
I can keep looking forward...
It's what I know how to do.
~~grb~~
2011
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