Written Date: August 22, 2009
Scathed
With the sudden swiftness of a sharp blade as it tears and rips through thin fabric, so does my core drop into the pits of anguish;
unable to support such an overbearing burden, my heart shutters and fails as I attempt to will it through the fire;
Running toward resolution seems only sensible.
Forever engraved in the confines of my mind, gripping me with reminiscence, it toys with my emotions;
Unknowing of which to remedy such despair, I reluctantly endure each pounding plow;
I begin to question such an undeserving punishment, as rivers of sorrow pour out of my eyes.
Losing my breath and pushing my flesh, as piercing screams erupt from the atmosphere around;
Failing to persevere towards strength, while dragging this carcass to its limits,
That which seemed impossible begins to become conspicuous and attracting to my soul;
Wishing for an end and reaching for a soft resolution, I walk to the door, as a melodic passion streams through my mind.
Questioning the true nature of someone so gentle, I stare into nothingness for the rational;
A rose reveals its thorns which has rattled me so;
Something filled with such beauty but guarded with such an unrelenting force;
Thinking that resolution favors me, sides switch...astounding to the senses and forcing the realization of guilt
