The sun was shining,
I was trapped inside,
My throat was dry,
From sobbing,
Until my eyelids,
Became anvils,
Weighing down my ability,
To see the beauty of life.
What I had lost,
Was incomparable,
To anything I could have imagined.
My heart’s beat,
Was so burdened,
I didn’t think it could pump even an ounce more,
Of what I had left,
To the parts of me that needed it most,
And I didn’t really want it to.
Each breath I took,
Burned in me,
Like a fire stoked so hot,
That the irons turned white enough,
To sear a mark in my flesh,
Telling the world,
That I was a broken man.
Every part of my thoughts,
Which once knew how to rationalize,
Any detail of any facet of any event,
To a point where I could laugh it off,
And declare everything a choice,
Was now so single focused,
An amoeba could get a Phd.,
In advanced physics,
While all I could do was dwell on something,
That hurt so bad,
I had no choice,
But to bow down and pray for mercy,
From a god who couldn’t hear me,
Or wouldn’t choose to listen.
Every emotion I knew how to conjure,
Rushed around in my soul,
Like a tsunami after an earthquake,
During a flood in a drought,
After a plague had already pronounced everyone dead,
The day after they finally found the cure.
It was a tragedy to be me that day,
It was the saddest day of my life,
Fortunately it hasn’t happened yet.
Every bad day I have had,
Isn’t half as bad as my worst day.
I don’t like knowing that it’s coming,
But I’m thankful it wasn’t today.
I was trapped inside,
My throat was dry,
From sobbing,
Until my eyelids,
Became anvils,
Weighing down my ability,
To see the beauty of life.
What I had lost,
Was incomparable,
To anything I could have imagined.
My heart’s beat,
Was so burdened,
I didn’t think it could pump even an ounce more,
Of what I had left,
To the parts of me that needed it most,
And I didn’t really want it to.
Each breath I took,
Burned in me,
Like a fire stoked so hot,
That the irons turned white enough,
To sear a mark in my flesh,
Telling the world,
That I was a broken man.
Every part of my thoughts,
Which once knew how to rationalize,
Any detail of any facet of any event,
To a point where I could laugh it off,
And declare everything a choice,
Was now so single focused,
An amoeba could get a Phd.,
In advanced physics,
While all I could do was dwell on something,
That hurt so bad,
I had no choice,
But to bow down and pray for mercy,
From a god who couldn’t hear me,
Or wouldn’t choose to listen.
Every emotion I knew how to conjure,
Rushed around in my soul,
Like a tsunami after an earthquake,
During a flood in a drought,
After a plague had already pronounced everyone dead,
The day after they finally found the cure.
It was a tragedy to be me that day,
It was the saddest day of my life,
Fortunately it hasn’t happened yet.
Every bad day I have had,
Isn’t half as bad as my worst day.
I don’t like knowing that it’s coming,
But I’m thankful it wasn’t today.