The Weakend Soul

Life is short but the darkness of shattered strength lies awake in the corner waiting for your hunger to grasp it. Sometimes life seems too long and sometimes the Sunshine's too bright for one to open the eyes to see. The love you once thought you had may feel gone or depleted from your memories you once thought you had. But its there. Every now and again you reach into the silence of your unspoken core, taunt the fear of the unknown verses the known, and persist to feel the hidden state of mind you once knew as love. The years go past and the time stand stills. You hear the silent cries from deep within and ignore them over and over again. For what you thought was real was covered with blindness disguised as life. The world beats you down only to peel the brokenness up off the dirt to observe the distance between the one you love. The excruciating pain of building what was once established now lay in pieces below. Riding the roller coaster is the tears of your laughter when the pain is the only thing left that exists. Yearning for the once unguarded heart of the unconvicted. Haunting retention of everyday bears the oppressive weakness of the frame and the belief that it will once again return with strenuous exertion from deep in the soul, leaves the essence fragile and open to despair. The innocence is now affected and unknown, never to be known again in the state that it was once in. The sorrow of the everlasting suffering and misery remains in hopes of the pain diminishing significantly each arising morning, only to find the conclusion to be yet once again unchanged. Praying each night I lie my head down to take this torchred heart and make it whole again, and fighting the demons scratching my skin to get in. The barrier of the strength weakens without the prayers, and the frailty of my heart hangs on a thread as the day progresses. Standing my ground and keeping the flaws covered and concealed are now released for all to see.