From The Overflow of My Heart

Forgive my Rage.

This, is my heart's tirade‐

broken and irate,

this is what it has to say—

What's the point?...

of this Burning Paradise that I'm put through,

these Tales of Torment I'm forced through...

from the overflow of a broken heart, this mouth speaks‐

What if I said I was through?

What if I chose to turn away?

I'm not even living for my own sake‐

but because I'd hate to look on from the other side of the grave...

only to see the sheer number of tears shed-

to prove wrong the voice playing on repeat in my head,

and to prevent what hell would spread...

if I were to be found face down without any breath in my lungs.

Forgive my Speech.

This, is all that doesn't normally make it through my filter‐

things that, even with the cracks in my heart

I don't let leak—

Why am I here?...

in worlds of pain for the purpose helping others...

hurting for the sake of other's healing,

hating the mirror that I may speak other's feelings,

only hanging on so that others may not let go...

and by less than a thread if I may say so‐

Will Void's Company ever let me go?

Is it worth it if it doesn't?

I'm afraid it's not my choice to decide that...

If it were my voice to say,

I'd scream, "NO" from the jail cell of this broken body‐

I feel I have dealt enough with this hell‐like agony.

Forgive my Apathy.

This, is all that normally doesn't make it past my lips‐

all I hold from the page

all that not even my pen has known about—

When will I be finished?...

with what feels like a punishment rather than a purpose...

Will I live to see a difference?...

in the everyday and night pursuit of peace...

Will enjoyment ever return?...

anything to make life actually feel like a gift‐

a piece of hope or something, at least to...

replace Slumber's Absence with some kind of rest‐

and my Dangerous Wishes with a mindful steadfastness‐

Isn't that what's supposed to come of suffering?

Who am I to ask?

as if I know anything about anything‐

Forgive my Heart.

This, is its fury‐

all that would otherwise remain buried

and all that I feel I've been forced to carry—

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