BEHIND
As I sit here
And listen to old love songs
I reflect back on the times
That my life had a purpose.
Frolicking through a poem,
Simply woven in this world
Like a dream,
I was once complete...
But now I contemplate
All that I have left,
And gather up
Everything I posses.
The things I keep close
Are nothing but memories,
A quiet movie playing
Only in the deepest recesses of my mind.
And so I realize
That nothing is worth this pain,
Threatening me and
Pushing me into this corner
That traps me,
And pierces my soul.
I need out
To find one who will survive
The hell behind my heart,
And the vanity
That my heart carries.
Wandering hand in hand
Aimlessly into eternity
