waterfalls of a strong and broken man

from my teenage years

wounds cut down deep

suffering sounds are being made

the sun, the stars, the moon

they’re all looking down to me

spill salt into my wounds

relieve the pressure of my head

gaze off, let it wander

suicidal thoughts are what completes me

is there a way to suffer through happiness?

can it be easy to satisfy the thoughts of my mind?

strike me down until I cry

it will take long, be assured of that

but the cries of a strong man are strong too

and it takes long to his wounds to heal

open mind, open heart

darkness and joy flows to my brain

canned feelings, wounded heart

is there a way to satisfy me?

can I be cured someday?

Reviews

[Karmee]

Wow! very nicely expressed and written, much enjoyed