The weight is so heavy.
Its fingers wrap through my bones
Between my lungs
Deep into my soul.
I can’t tell if it’s real or empty
But the hurt feels so real.
Like a fallen world has finally seeped
Down deep into that which has never been exposed.
How did it come to this?
My eyes look for a way out every hour.
How did it come to this?
May the father quickly console and carry out his plans.
Fast, be swift. For the pain crushes and sucks the joy from deep within.
My hands wear thin.
I am bent. Spent entirely on this reckless hate.
Will it ever be the same?