Nothing’s Right
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Burning bridges from the past
pouring over all the dreams that did not last.
I find myself mourning that which could not be,
and an a torrent of turmoil is all I have inside of me.
sadness lingers,
frustration stirs
anger boils,
resentment burns/settles,
questions forever to be unanswered
are all I have inside of me.
The rosebud of a dream
flourishes into the love of life,
only to wither away so quickly
into the waiting embrace of Death.
And a void of emotion is all I have inside of me.
“God’s will be done” we’re told,
as if it will sooth the pain.
When in reality it only fuels the flames,
the fabric of faith rips at its seams,
and an unwanted loneliness is all I have inside of me.
The purpose of being is lost upon the mists of doubt.
Sailing upon the wailing winds of misery
and the abusive tides of depression,
no destination to be set upon the sea of life.
an emotional turmoil over questions forever to be unanswered
creates a void of emotion and an unwanted loneliness
which sets a stagnant course upon the sea of life,
and “what ifs” on a past that haunts me is all I have left inside.
The dark ending to my beginning never looked so bright.
