Light can only shine in the darkness.My ace of swords cutting through your words of hurt.
My darkness growing stronger than your beacon, overwhelms you. Heartless.
My glass heart ground to dust, and blown away by self worth.
Efforts of happiness thwarted by unseen forces.
A domino effect of birth to this world.
I a rider of red horses.
Creating only conflict, my presence is my sword.
When the day breaks, the nightmares consume me.
Shadows of past echo through the cracks in my mask.
Lifetimes of suffering, exhausting my soul, worn like a perfume.
Reactive, like a dog beaten, people assume, but never ask.
All I long for, all I need, is a craving that will never be filled.
Never held without expectation, never brought to feel cherished.
An inner child beaten, tormented, cast aside, rageful, but never killed.
Day in, day out, a struggle many who endure have parished.
Instead, my soul, my mind, and my body, react in survivor's lament.
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