Laying down a life, a faith, a promise,
In lines that cannot wish to be contained,
Knowing what the heart has held and cherished
Through all the moments hopelessness has stained.
Standing in the certainty of feeling,
A world of harsh illusion passes by,
Leaving mind and body ever reeling,
Tongue tripping over every unspilled cry.
Undone and bare to any word of passion,
That tears your soul with unrelenting hands
While solitude takes over, answers frozen,
And pulls apart your pleasure strand-by-strand.
     Still, happiness can find in mind its place to safely lie,
     For all that's questioned now will soon be satisfied.