The sky is no longer blue enough to compete with my sadness.
And only the deep red of blood can convey my anguish.
Now the black abyss of the deep ocean carries sadness equal to mine.
Now the bright red of the sunset shares in my anger.
Time heals all wounds is lie.
Or is it that I still have not waited long enough?
I try to temper my bitterness with compassion.
So it does not rot away my insides.
This me is not the me I knew.
But knowing what I now know I cannot be who I knew.
I guess the only real truth,
Ignorance is bliss.
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