I wonder about tomorrow...
My existence on shifting ground and crumbling stones...
Another piece of a puzzle that brings no comfort,
Only buckets brimming with sorrow and uncertainty.
An angry part of me is neglected and unforgiving.
My compassion is cold and distant.
My rhythm is confused.
My arms tighten around a vacant memory.
When I pray, no one answers.
When I reach out, no one reaches back.
There is a room for rent somewhere in this pit called a heart
But no one wants to live there,
Least of all me;
Because there is no salvation, no reprise, no resolve...
Just an ugly, stubborn, painful love
That won't let go
Until, under the weight of too many agonizing days,
It's torn away.