fleeting moments turn into minutes,
minutes gather into hours,
hours morph into days,
days slowly transform into weeks,
weeks blend to form months,
months accumulate into years,
and yet I am still suffering.
the wounds are still
wide open.
so deep, they expose my withered soul
and the amount of bandaids
still can't cover this gapping hole.
how do i heal?
how do i learn to live in peace
after spending an eternity
at the front line of a war.
a war that i fought alone
against an army who's only purpose
was destroy the flame in my heart.
a flame that you ignited
you created
and yet you left it unattended.
Immersed in flames i watched the world
fall apart.
burning slowly into ash
i let the wind take hold .
i allowed myself to be pushed
and pulled into which ever direction
with out knowing the destination.
still plagued by the simple thoughts of
love
loss
hate
happiness
i watched the flame burn out
i surrendered to a relentless army
i let the wound fester
and i remained silent
as moments transformed in minutes.