This wicked hand
Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 3:24 pm
This ache.
It is a constant in my soul.
Always lingering behind the laughs, my false joy, always there.
Just when I think it has lingered far away from me it returns in its depth.
As if a old wicked hand is grasping and squeezing my heart to make it bleed in utter pain.
My breath is strained and my logic disappears.
I want to scream but this hand weakens me too much to even move.
So I sit in silence, tears drown my face and I SEAT.
I want the wicked hand to leave me alone...please leave me alone.
Go away wicked hand and please stop coming back.
This time just go away and don’t come back.
I’m afraid next time you will not only have my heart;
But I will allow your strong grasp to take me where you will.
I am dying inside and there is nothing I can do.
I beg release your grip and let me look at the world I once knew.
It is a constant in my soul.
Always lingering behind the laughs, my false joy, always there.
Just when I think it has lingered far away from me it returns in its depth.
As if a old wicked hand is grasping and squeezing my heart to make it bleed in utter pain.
My breath is strained and my logic disappears.
I want to scream but this hand weakens me too much to even move.
So I sit in silence, tears drown my face and I SEAT.
I want the wicked hand to leave me alone...please leave me alone.
Go away wicked hand and please stop coming back.
This time just go away and don’t come back.
I’m afraid next time you will not only have my heart;
But I will allow your strong grasp to take me where you will.
I am dying inside and there is nothing I can do.
I beg release your grip and let me look at the world I once knew.