Emotions flying everywhere
A storm inside
Threatening to destroy all you hold dear

Tears threaten to fall from grace
First time you've seen him since that day
How beautiful it is that he is alive
After his chest you broke, but brought back to life

Tongue is pock marked with scars
Biting as you do
Not sent to ears
Words sent instead to the stars

Eyes wanting the glasses
Rose in color of course
Who wants to see anything but
Instead forced to see the masses

Ears hearing every word
Begging for deafness
From the cries of pain and joy
Instead all is heard

Mind attempting to make sense
The senses seem to be too much
Overcoming all rational thought
You scream inside, too intense

Heart beating out the seconds
Needs to be slowing
Beating faster against will
Peace is for what it beckons