A murderous grief struck and pierced and perched itself upon my breast. Like a poisonous arrow aimed for the heart,
I could feel the blackness of the venom of my deeply rooted sorrow spread to fill and seep inside of me.
Oh unrelenting agony how I taste you like a bitter syrupy sweet,
caught within my throat where the cold lump of disbelief has made everything harder to breathe.
I cannot bring myself to swallow this dire despair,
or close my eyes in fear of something that is sure to bring me the burden of tears.
I could collapse to my knees with this grief as it etches the words of misery into my aching bones.
I am at a loss and this hurt that will sure to drive me to the brink of insanity has twisted its self around me like a one sided love interest.
I do not think I can stand this. . .So I will sit. . .
Hell In Handbaskets
· Sat Apr 18, 2009 @ 07:17pm · 0 Comments