NefariousA Story by InnerSpiritStanding right in front of me… appearing normal " one
glance and he proceeds to me down the dark path in which he travels… deep into
the depths he suffers. A tar pit of suffrage that even the coldest of hearts can
feel… I know the demons that dwell in the vast darkness " I know the gathering
of voices that speak with him at such a time… for I have given my heart to his
tragedy my soul to his cause. I seek for a greater understanding thus I am more
perplexed. Within the inter-working of a clockwork mind, I dwell. As an
empathetic person, a waterfall of tears induce anger within him… yet, how do I
close the valve when the cycle is not yet complete? Standing beside him, I drown alone… for he sees not the
shelter of my heart " the apathy of his agony. For, in some respects, I am him. I seek to satisfy my
hunger with his repression. I disengage the outer world, for I am alone within
his chaos. Utterly intrigued by his magniloquence… a foreign object to which is
thrown in the face of a dying heart. The stream of deceptions grow deep… for he seeks a rhythmic
flow of sorrow. Yet, the tears anger him, to such a degree that regret is all
that consumes. Standing beside him, I feel unknown and un-soothed…
incapable of applicable solutions to fight the malignant cancer filling his
being. How does one stand so proud while subduing his prey? A creature of
habit, a fire of fuel… beyond that of an infuriated mother nature. How do we
calm the beast, when the calm has been laid to rest? Blinded by an open-ended rage, no one can see the anguish
the other is facing. How? How … the resolve is far from reach " even at the
maximum capacity of stretch, there is no grasp on the unprotected soul. You
cannot reach me now, I am too far gone… he sifts through the events that led up
to this point and in grander he lays down the law of blame and
self-righteousness. She stands beside him, alone, paralyzed by the water
flowing from her cheeks. We have no wave of content " simply spoken " his name
is pride. Letting go is too excruciating and regrets are all too common. In at long last he grabs her mournful attention with more
torment " placing pride aside, sacrifices must be made " her mirror is a blur
and her mind engulfs her heart. Time to swallow before creatures ingest the
innocent; what will be left of the flood that has finally dried with words on
page? Her outlet a keyboard " she reaches for his love " the distance is
seemingly an impossible feat, however, at this point " her exhaustion is to be
tossed out the window. For he is all that stands between them "
At long last, she fuels herself in guilt and proceeds to
begin the recoil; unwinding the knots that is her stomach, she receives an un-reciprocated
hug " a pity, for this warm moment, wasted standing in the cold and poisonous
prison of his mind. © 2015 InnerSpiritFeatured Review
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