| Written: AUG 1, 2003 |
Blemished resides the soul inside,
Lest I resort to die, it I hide.
Everyone cares for the skin I wear,
Every pain inside left ignored to flare.
Dramatically beautiful outside I appear;
Inside, however, torn apart by everything I hold dear.
Near to shedding my petals I wean on sadness,
Grounded in fragile roots, I cling away from madness.
Black pungent soil surrounds us all,
Leaving to grow without nutrients is my fall.
Alleviating my suffering remains the day’s chore,
Cannot wallow in my ignorance too much more.
Killing myself slowly with the depression I abhor.
Release me my bonds, start me over anew;
Offering sustenance, some drink, and even a clue.
Seeing heaven about me I bleed out distraught tears,
Enemy fields sown from me, my weakness, my fears.
