The cold now sweeps into the living room
Where once was a family
Now engulfed in betrayal and sadness
The drink of whisky swirled around
In contemplation of his actions
Head bowed in surrender
Fingers entwined in the threads of the cushion
Lips quivering in hopelessness
Her eyes red after the sobbing
The boy walking back and forth
Trying to comprehend
Hands clenched into a fist
Eyes looking out the window
Wishing to escape
Her mind a mass of agony
Images of laughter
Of trips together
The visions of support and love
Now has turned murky
Clouded by the reality
Torn apart by disloyalty
There is no turning back
What is broken will remain broken
It cannot be ignored, cannot be forgotten
Dear Infidel
You have let the unknown into our home
We never want to look into your eyes again
Since you no longer remain in our hearts
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Monday, July 13, 2009
The Power of Pain
There is a certain kind of pain
That does not wash away with the waves
It remains in your heart
Deeply seated
Just becoming numb
Becoming a part of you
The pain that gives you courage
In times of uncertainty and humiliation
It’s the pain that turns you into someone else
Someone who thinks
If I could have gone through that
I can go through anything in the world…
That does not wash away with the waves
It remains in your heart
Deeply seated
Just becoming numb
Becoming a part of you
The pain that gives you courage
In times of uncertainty and humiliation
It’s the pain that turns you into someone else
Someone who thinks
If I could have gone through that
I can go through anything in the world…
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