Words From The Heart

I haven’t been given the time to speak,

But it’s been seven days now,

And my words can make one weak!

Because this anguish stems back longer than a single week.

Just planting the seed,

Took a hard hit to the head.

Soon after,

Aynon, soiled my first love’s place in my bed.

His roots sank in deep,

As I lost an uncle that was hurting the same as me.

With the help of a hoe,

My demon began to sow,

A queen of the night to sprout with me.

With many thorns,

This painful flower will only blossom in the darkest hours.

Three loves lost,

I’ve grown numb with the lack of light.

Now this thorny bush planted within me,

Has been uprooted by an even stronger might!

The final straw fallen upon me by a heavy haymaker.

It has crumbled my already cracked and battered soul.

Leaving behind, a consuming black hole.

We’ve lost the anchor to the family.

And now,

We drift down the river,

Missing our constant guide.

Without him,

The current seems too hard to bear.

What now can I do?

To bank my hopes upon,

Lacking my usual therapy tag-along?

Obviously,

That’s all coping can do,

Make the happiness “touch-and-go”.

Life’s heavy hits are meant to keep me down.

I pity the boy whom will forever wear my frown.