If Life Was Like a Poem

The Struggle

The pain in my heart

burns like a flame

Melting away, my soul into ash

Leaving youthful times behind

As the remains of what was

And what is to come

Lie stained in blood

On my weak tired hands

The flesh torn from my bones

Rots away so fast

It makes me wonder

Why the others don't notice it too

Maybe it's because

They too are being broken

Drowning in sadness

Broken and scattered

Floating across the waves

Of the never ending

Black ocean

The water disconnects

Leaving us alone

to deal with the hurt

But I can only speculate

That these thoughts

cannot belong to I alone

For I am blinded by my pain

And must assume they are too

Covered in darkness

And as I reach out into nothing

I find only

Empty air

But I'll continue to try

Grabbing and reaching

For some type of comfort

Eventually a lost man

Will find another

And together

will grow sight

And place back the brokenness

Put out the fires

Heal the bruises

And create happiness