S I found myself on a sheer rock face of desperate desire.
H Holding on to her presence, in the danger of my devotion.
E But I lost my grip. I missed a step
and my heart skipped a beat.
E Then she was gone...
R And I was loose! Plunging, caught by a force of nature.
R White noise filled my ears and dread filled my heart.
O In a primal panic, a terrible cry shattered the blackened sky.
C Her face faded away and I was left reaching for a line --
K Trying to avoid the rocks below.
F I tried to find some way back up the mountain.
A I clutched for the breath in my lungs,
C The breath that was there before I fell;
E That moment skipped over,
F When I lost my grip and you were gone.
A I carry the pain inside, searching for release.
L But life goes on and on, day by day.
L Outside, I am quiet, I hold a steady gaze.
L But inside, the scars grind like metal on metal,
O Between a rock and a hard place,
V Until the edge within becomes razor cold.
E Like a steely blade inside a silken sheath,
H The knife buried beneath, poised to draw blood,
O When the balance is tipped, the pressure too much.
P Will I crash on jagged agony below or will I let go the dagger,
E To reclaim the climb? To reach again and find her face, aloft...
Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 10:39 PM UTC
S I found myself on a sheer rock face of desperate desire.
H Holding on to her presence, in the danger of my devotion.
E But I lost my grip. I missed a step
and my heart skipped a beat.
E Then she was gone...
R And I was loose! Plunging, caught by a force of nature.
R White noise filled my ears and dread filled my heart.
O In a primal panic, a terrible cry shattered the blackened sky.
C Her face faded away and I was left reaching for a line --
K Trying to avoid the rocks below.
F I tried to find some way back up the mountain.
A I clutched for the breath in my lungs,
C The breath that was there before I fell;
E That moment skipped over,
F When I lost my grip and you were gone.
A I carry the pain inside, searching for release.
L But life goes on and on, day by day.
L Outside, I am quiet, I hold a steady gaze.
L But inside, the scars grind like metal on metal,
O Between a rock and a hard place,
V Until the edge within becomes razor cold.
E Like a steely blade inside a silken sheath,
H The knife buried beneath, poised to draw blood,
O When the balance is tipped, the pressure too much.
P Will I crash on jagged agony below or will I let go the dagger,
E To reclaim the climb? To reach again and find her face, aloft...
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