Inner turmoil boils and stirs within ...

 

Demeanor of my inner child begins

onto and upon my soul this sadness stays

Nested deep in mine own questions to relay

Tearing my spirit in many directions with shame.

 

Want to change the past as I pray

answering my desires and needs to portray,

Neatly laid plans to not let anyone else see

Tormenting my mind and heart with severity.

 

You two, my precious flowers of fresh

Orchids and fragile baby’s breath.

Urns of tears I’ve overflowed

 

and spilled ...

 

Tomorrow you’ll be gone and I will go

On with my life that’s empty above and below

 

Gaining ground is a sorrow that cuts deep

over and over until my ravine of pain is steep.

 

I Don’t Want to You to Go!