This ailing heart...

Not now, not now.


These Falling Tears

Ailments of the heart
are quick to catch and slow to heal

I feel myself catching one as we speak.

And no matter how I run
how hard, how far
nor how desperately these tears fall
nor how much I long to return
to the days when I was free;

I know that my heart is ailing
and that innocence is never coming back.

Sometimes I feel
that I can never be the same

as that person I once hoped I might become.

And no matter how I try
how much, how hard
nor how bitterly these tears fall
nor how greatly I truly care
about where my life is heading;

I know that my heart is ailing
and my innocence is failing
and there is no turning back. Not now.

Always I remember
the subtle turning of the doorknob

the swinging open of that forbidden door...

And no matter how I fight
how hard, how long
nor how pleadingly these tears fall
nor how stubbornly I resist
the spirit that pushes me out that door;

I know my heart is ailing
and my innocence is failing
as out the door I'm sailing
and...do I even want to turn back?

...Not now.



Words by PoeticProcrastination
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Written on 2006-07-11 at 05:53

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MiVidaDeEpílogos.
Wow. Deep. Dramatic.

Good stuff.
2006-07-11