Dwindling
God forbid that I'm left this way,
without some hope, something
I could hold onto.
As I am, I'm a mess,
a state of inner chaos with which
I'm trying to cope.
Because I can't live this way:
it's painful and unbearable
and I can't. I
Refuse to let go, for if I do,
the chaos will worsen,
the pain will become harder to endure.
I'm losing strength fast.
My grip is failing,
my heart is weak.
Eventually I'll fall
and I may not ever be
the same once I crash.
Letting go is always hard,
whether voluntary or not.
It's heartbreaking to
Lose something valuable,
someone you loved
with all your heart,
Even if you only had
them for so long.
It hurts just the same...
YOU ARE READING
Window to the Soul
PoetryHere I begin my second collection of poetry. I sort of figured fifty poems might be enough for one book, so I'm starting a new one. As I continue to write, I reflect...as I peer deeper and deeper through the window to my soul.
