I wonder what will be waiting for me there
When I crash, when I hit the ground
Because I know I always do in the end
I find myself falling far down
There's a reason they say the cycle is named vicious
There's a reason it makes my heart sick
There's a reason why what hurts can also be precious
Pain can be narcotic if you let it
But disguises aside and all of the pretty poetry disregarded
It can rip through thick skin without you knowing
And when you think goodbye has been said and you've parted
Those tears deceitfully continue growing
So the questions remain
They buzz in my brain
Will gold spill out from the seams?
Will light have a chance to get in?
Or will it just be another gaping wound,
Something lost and not able to be found?
-t.h.
written: 05/06/20