who has befell me
has gifted me grief,
has caused my body to lie
in a needed slumber

what is missing
in my heart full of love ?
what has
filled my lungs
with desperate breathes
and made everything
a sloppy mess ?

how do i cleanse this ?
ive purified my ends,
means matter more i suppose.
I lack the love I once had.

when will I be me again ?
because I feel it.
the mirror suggests otherwise,
but i try to look past it.

the mud in my heart painfully
grows mold.