Tag: Real release

Consumes Me

When in the dark I rest my spirit

I find there is no bliss,

Just time to heal the damage that’s been done

Time for me to escape the “feel”.

When you are a prisoner to the world of words and feelings

There is no real release.

Instead every ounce of your being is consumed and tortured

Just like a prisoner waiting for his sentence to be handed down.

I rest but, yet I am still tortured

Tempted by the “why’s “and what “if’s”.

I don’t know how others do it,

Leaving things to settle and finally being free.

I think I will forever remain incumbered by these things that consume me.

MwsR ❤