A question not of if but of when
I remember laughing it off back then.
On a mission and safely hidden
This warrior within has been beaten.
Too much of it getting harder to hold.
On a warmer side, but it feels so cold.
A friend who would not let this hide,
For the rest saddest lines I write.
On this hour, I am one and I am all.
I’ve been falling, nobody understands this fall.
Brush past my racing body.
Once done, I’ll be nobody.
Of this life and of it’s crown.
With these waves, I will certainly drown.
The lies stacked and heavily fortified.
The truth struggles against this tide.
Damned I am, I am full of complaints
These mistakes have no amends.
I am a healer, Yet I can never be healed.
I express it on poetry, my lips are sealed.