I've always been scared of loss
It tears through your heart like thorns cutting the flesh
For too long a giant horse named Despair has trodden through my brain
His iron clad hooves with unforgiving spikes ripping the grey matter
Leaving deep tracks pooled up with stagnant blood in his wake
My mind is tormented and filled with a fog
I can't navigate it
This body that houses my soul is weary
Its been compromised and pierced by the icy cold point of Pain's spear
Out of the wound my soul has slowly seeped
Less and less remains
I've bandaged the wound and cauterized it with many things over the course of my life
Hope, Love, Faith to name a few
But this dastardly villain, Pain, has laughed at me and pierced the wound time and time again
He wishes to spite me, and he never stops
There are some that claim there is refuge from Pain
Eternal solitude given by a figure named Death
There has been many a time when I stared Death in the face
Beckoned for Death to grant me rest
But I fight on
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Fleeting Thoughts
PoetryAn ongoing collection of poetry that I tend to write when there is a lot on my mind. I hope that my words can help bring some of those who feel the same way some clarity and insight. Otherwise it may sound like a bunch of nonsense. But to me, it m...
