You hid in the shadows when you should have taken center stage
now your disease surrounds you, like you've got the plague
change is certain and your view is all askew
as you pray for some healing from the anger that grew
from the depths of your heart, dark and broken
tears are few, so many words unspoken
as the loss of a love that you never really knew
leaves you tossing up shaken thoughts of just what to do
you killed a dream and broke a heart
dark phantom actions, were they so smart?
the descent was slow 'til the bitter end
then time picked up speed, which may have been her God send
6 comments:
praying for the right cure, praying for deep spiritual healing
The hardest disease to ever be cured are those which infect the soul. Very beautifully written.
This is hard to cure. But, not impossible.
this echoes personal experience?
Faith moves mountains...
Beautiful though sad
HUG!
yes, Shadow.
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