As my heart's hope ebbs and the pain within flows
I wonder how many stitches are required to sew
The invisible wound on the inside
How am I still alive?
With this paralyzed heart?
You've left your venom, I'm blinded and bound
Your abandonment resounds

My soul is sickened by your falseness,
But my heart only seems to receive life from your smile

Even the quality of my poetry declines
I used to be an artist
Now it takes all my strength just to stay within the lines

Writing no longer medicates, so I turn to the drink
Then, in my wretchedness, I cry out to God.
Is this my penance for the ones I have wronged?

I could write for days on what first captivated
Me about you and your life giving warmth
But now your betrayal has darkened the best of me
To be just like the worst

The worst part is, I'm not angry, just broken
Vulnerable and dying inside. Will even God save me?
I know he is able, I have witnessed his power
both in life and in fable

Will the sting ever ebb? Will hope ever flow?
I'll leave you with that question
I have to go.