• Requiem


    They pretend to understand
    The suffering within.
    They claim to know the pain of things
    That they cannot imagine.

    Like the proverbial outcast
    On the outside looking in,
    The only portion that they see
    Is where the hurt begins.

    In their minds a shallow cut,
    Quick to bleed and quick to heal.
    Found deeper is the broken heart
    Of one who tried too hard to feel.

    Bleeding from unbridled sorrow,
    Praying for the grief to cease,
    Screaming as a soul in torment,
    Feeling loss beyond belief.

    The heart now has but one escape-
    Walls of wintry remoteness arise
    Severing ties to all semblance of feeling.
    In a wasteland of ice, the heart slowly dies