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The loneliness of Truth
Release me, Release me
from this pain which
surrounds me night & day
Hard to swallow, like the
truth no one wants to hear,
like a pill I take everyday.
But there is no quick fix,
no permanent medication to help
relieve such a feeling.
Like being locked alone in a
room with only one door. A door,
which is locked and un-open able,
the key is long gone & the
door has since added more locks,
more protection, more isolation, more darkness.
The doorknob holds no purpose on the door,
for the motion of the doorknob
is a continuous one, no catch, no click,
NO POINT....
More or less the description
of the daily motions of
being alone in this room, trapped with
& surrounded by all the fears and failures,
a constant reminder of the only thing
thats been there in your life.
The loneliness of Truth; Hurts... leaving me
lying motionless in the pain from the all
to sudden sneak attacks released from within,
capturing the true emotions of pain is
too hard to bring to words, to bring to life...
waiting for the dosage of aid to travel through
the blood system and bring some temporary relief
to what seems to be an endless battle.
