Death
stalks the corners of my vision,
clouds my thoughts,
poor judgement,
bad decisions.
A fog sets in.
Smothering everything
I thought I loved.
...did it?
Did it win?
Did I lose?
Indecisive.
Distracted.
Overwhelmed.
I feel like giving up.
But I can't disappoint you.
You make my dark days
seem like a distant memory
and my troubles fly away
with just a look.
You fill my soul with laughter
you fill my heart with joy
and you fill my life with happiness.
Meaning.
Purpose.
Beauty.
Death may have its cold
dark, lifeless hands
tight around my neck.
But you are my shield.
Nick,
you are truly
my Lethe,
my Love,
my Life.
Dec 24, 2013
Dec 24, 2013 at 8:24 PM UTC
Death
stalks the corners of my vision,
clouds my thoughts,
poor judgement,
bad decisions.
A fog sets in.
Smothering everything
I thought I loved.
...did it?
Did it win?
Did I lose?
Indecisive.
Distracted.
Overwhelmed.
I feel like giving up.
But I can't disappoint you.
You make my dark days
seem like a distant memory
and my troubles fly away
with just a look.
You fill my soul with laughter
you fill my heart with joy
and you fill my life with happiness.
Meaning.
Purpose.
Beauty.
Death may have its cold
dark, lifeless hands
tight around my neck.
But you are my shield.
Nick,
you are truly
my Lethe,
my Love,
my Life.
Querencia: A place from which one's strength is drawn, where one feels at home, the place where you are your most authentic self.
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