Worry

Personal situation between me and my mother

Worry...

 

My sky is dark and my clouds are heavy,

Transitional phases once again for the imbalance of the unknown,

And shows the rugged plain on my face...

One can imagine disbelief and abandonment,

But what do you do next?

For what may seem to most as an ordinary thing,

Exists only to remind you...

Not here...

Not now...

Not ever...

Tears no longer afford me relief of my griefs...

But here constantly it rains...

And when it rains it pours...

And when it pours it floods...

Evidently now I've lost every second of every minute of my life...

Battered by every storm...

Weakend by every wind...

And destroyed by every word...

Here it lies heavy on my shoulders,

When can I rest,

When can I breathe,

When can I live?

Here it lies heavy on my heart,

When can I laugh,

When can I love,

When can I live?

Lost like a soul stuck between the gates of greatness and the doors of defiance...

Needless to say I am empty...

Simply put,

I am empty...

Deeper and deeper I sink into this ocean of sorrow...

Drowning in pain and confusion I know now that I am gone...

And even still I worry not to be forgotten,

Nor to be praised,

But simply...

Not to be loved...

 

Sorry Mom