I know that I can feel more than contorted and bare. Yet I repeat, and I repeat, refusing to move on. Devotion has no hold on me. Clouded judgments held together with string. I’m hopeless seeking only substance. Hollowed shell, withered soul, challenged mind.
Can I end all these routines? Change is progression.
Dead weight. Lukewarm. I’m so wasted on my own contentment. Why can’t I see that I’m screaming words just to hear the sound of my damn voice.
“I’m letting go of truth, so I can see” Claiming knowledge, hopes of fulfillment, left with emptiness, no peace will rest inside. Gratefulness is a fabricated utterance that breaks with tension.
Open ended questions, I’m keeping faith at arm’s length. Yet it’s a burden I’ll have to bear. Not on my own, but lost from home.
Can the heart grow so cold that it starts to bury itself in a singular mind? Or can it shrink so small that it refuses to breathe like it once did. Can the heart stop? Or breathe like it did?
Sleepless nights are finding me company in my guilt.
“Hope is not lost” I think I can grow. End this stagnant mind. I am a slave to myself. I have to get out of this snare. God break these bones to walk anew.
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