Pockets

What is happiness but pockets of life
That we try in vain to hold on to
Until they inevitably collapse under the weight
Of the cruelness of this world
So shall we see what twists my insides
Into a maze of subtle corners
And wicked dead ends?
Here, take this ticket
Admission for one
To the shadows of my soul
I would offer a light but I have none
That this darkness would not consume
My surface is so strong a suit of armor
That no pressure can break
But it serves a dual purpose
To keep out and keep in
The pain that I hold so dear
Hiding so effectively
My rain of regret
My tears of thought
My heart of ash
Ever since the day I found her
The day I curse the day I bless
The name I cry out in my sleep
Where has she gone?
My cancer my cure
I feel so good when she’s away
So good that I need her to come back
For one more chance
To set things right
To balance the gray shade of this life
With the color of love
To undamn this dying man
With just one look from the pearls of her eyes

Pockets

Lobotomy

Joined August 2008

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