I don’t feel like answering
Spring Forming
That unknown ringing
I swear something deep inside is
BROKEN
and all its pieces
are knocking
at the base of my sanity
Each and every one
sitting on my razor tin nerve
I awake to start each day
crying out for silence
I feel it must be
SPRING FORMING
That feeling
falling between the ending of Winter’s bite
just before
the many promises of spring
bringing forth my plight
to retract from life’s
obligations
retracting from everyone’s
expectations
The year has been exhausting
The endless manipulations
The guilt
The loss of Winter’s silence
not seeking the disappointment
of another of spring’s broken
promises
It is a time before the birth
of fresh roses
yet nothing on this earth
will put my broken pieces
back together again
I swear something deep inside is
BROKEN
and all its pieces
are knocking
at the base of my sanity
Each and every one
sitting on my razor tin nerve
I awake to start each day
crying out for silence
Something has got to give
‘cause I have nothing left
I’m as emptied as inside out
Void of my very self
and still feeling too heavy
to float
Love itself has slid away
having found no foothold
just a slippery glass surface
And the songs that once soothe
this beast
now indistinguishable
from my dying heart’s
growl
And I know now that which
has been broken
@Anthony2024mdh30Vibes
