The Spiral

therapy for the tortured man

My yearly journey through pain begins
As dates too familiar come again
No one can see the feelings inside
As I'm all too familiar with just how to hide
Though wilted the flowers upon the graves,
And others have met the dirt from the spade
My heart remains empty, and soul left without
The presence of those who removed all my doubt

This path has been beaten by a wounded hand
Debris cast aside, the core of a man
I wonder, in time if it all goes away
Then again, even the mute, have something to say
The wealth I seek, can't be judged on worth
A simple smile is what I'll leave this earth
"Prepare for departure" the captain will chime
And there are no castles, in the sands of time

A fruitless search for reasons why
Though filled with emotion, I rarely cry
Often my tears choked back from within
That little voice says , just try again
Upon this stone, were memories made
The source of heat also brings shade
So I take each day, a lesson in survival
As I begin my journey, on this downward spiral

Author's Note

this is a profession of guilt on my part. i have struggled with this for many years, and only recently figured it wasn't worth the effort.