Even surrounded by life
Loneliness gropes at my throat
I can’t breathe because of the heavy emotion that seats very audibly
at the pit of my chest
I’m barely hanging on for my own life
The syndrome that causes a manufacture of sad thoughts
Unhapiness dancing at the tip of my throat,
Manifesting itself in the depths of my opticals
Leaving evidence flowing carelessly on the rough surface of my cheeks.
What is this? This desire for the one I love?
Who put it there in the core of my being
Who grafted it into the life of my skin,
Sunk it into the juices of my bones?
Who lay it like a centerfold right across my face?
Like a burden that weighs on my heart
Why is it there if I can’t enjoy it
Why waste the yoouthful years where love could be dancing around us
Waking and laying with us
What makes it difficult to explore the hidden corners of this feeling
To share eevery moment
To breathe the same air
To love the same God
To fight the same fight
To win the same battle
To live the same purpose.
Who grafted it into me
If not the God that gives good things
Why has this beautiful feeling been tainted,
Why does it feel like a taunt
Like an activated grenade
Love is meant to be lived
Not to be running down my\u00a0 cheeks.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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