Strip me down to nothing.

There won’t be much left.

Just bones bleached pale white.

Notched along the edge.

From years of neglected spite.

Much of the history we knew,

Fades from fact to lore.

No direction really in mind.

I just lay this road brick by brick.

The fog never really lifts.

The feelings are always mixed.

I’m a victim of generalizations.

Often forcing convoluted conversations.

This is what I’ve grown to hate.

Biting down on my own bait.

My words stumble from the start.

Empathy is absent upon delivery.

Despite good intentions from the heart.

Fallen from great heights,

I lashed out wounded,

While failing to hold it together.

Unrecognizable to say the least.

It stung too bad to open my eyes.

I dove deep into the black,

Once my purpose died.

We covered ourselves in dirt.

I ran out of breath.

I let go while you held on.

It’s silent beneath this ground.

Obvious more now that everything is gone.

I question the strength that’s left.

Can I continue to hold strong?

Or should I let the Earth collapse?

No one can ever tell me what’s best.

My heart asks for redemption.

But my mind begs for rest.

I seek you out.

Only to find justification in your absence.

Only to find justification in your absence.