Inhuman sounds cry out
from my awe struck mouth
Screams from parts of me
heavy laden with sorrow
Deep with regret
Oh, how I roar!
Oh, how I writhe until…
Until I do not know where my tears and sweat begin or end.
Collapsing into a puddle of my own making.
As was the cause for said puddle…a choice, my choice.
For as long as I shall live I do not think I will ever receive respite. Nor do I think I deserve such.
For what do you do with something so soul crushing?
Knowing it cannot be taken back, changed, or repaired in anyway.
Restoration and reparation evade me.
What shall I do with the sea of sorrow I placed myself in?
No life raft will I find
Only an axe to grind
With my conscience.

Leave a comment