Once it Felt Like Good Bye
the silence felt like good bye....
sleep was something I might have did but only for a moment for all those hours laying in my bed......
it wasn't miserable it was different ,..
it was biblical,...
it was rain for forty days & forty nights,....
the best way to cleanse a soul,....
after that walk through the desert all those years,...
the deserts of what was nothing short of sorrowful loves,.....
I have never cried away those fears, the ones I purchased for not shedding a tear,....
I know that the head drives the heart,....
it is still a train wreck if the engineer isn't smart,....
and as the loses have piled into what was never right,....
my feelings now is love is of wonderful might,......
the monster & demons they may of had control,...
of what was worthless the heart which had lost its soul ,...
they all are gone,...
their powers left behind for the metaphoric showers have cleansed this wretched mind....
the feeling of lost does it really matter,...
not unless you've lost control of all that chatter,....
pull up what is yours and walk through those doors,...
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