Thoughts of a Sprite

Friday, September 24, 2004

"Transparent Pain"

Dust in the wind,
Where love hath dwelled
Shadows I find
Despair now swells

The glimmer of hope
Descends into darkness
The lump in my throat
Breathing is sharpness

Smiling in the face of adversity
Crying when he does not see
Forever lost that certainty
Left inquiring how to be me

I want to escape this endless hole
That I have stumbled into
It acts as though it owns my soul
Quicksand, strengthens its hold

A mothers loss deeply felt
A childs laughter never heard
Scoff at the hand that life has dealt
Too profound for these mere words

Grief within the heart of mine
Pane of glass, transparent pain
They say it gets easier with time
Slit my wrists, call me insane

Time has not yet healed
These sorrows that I harbor
Salted wounds, how pity feels
This loss will sting forever

I am in a sort of dreary mood, as you might tell from this piece. Do not fret about the slit my wrists line, that was intended to be a response to the easier with time line (right before it) a simple expression of disgust. Because every time you see a child you are forced to think of the what if's... it does not get easier with time. Time does heal a broken heart, but nothing will heal the emptieness that a person feels at this possibility. Nor will it heal the loss already experienced. This just adds to that.

shes_a_sprite @ 1:06 PM.

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