Conflicting

Guilt and Hope conflict...,

It's like playing a guitar without strings,

Or playing a harmonica without breath.

The rhythm and beat won't match up.

Left to flail,

my thoughts criticize my thoughts.

Ring-Around-The-Rosie deep inside my head.

Make the spinning stop.

Here's what happened...,

My body brutally ripped apart,

This ferocious lion never let up.

Tore my body in two.

My mind ending up on one side, and

My heart ending up on the other.

You can ask me,

what a steeple means,

But instead,

ask me about who sits on top.

You can ask me,

what I believe,

But instead,

I'm going to ask you,

not to look at me...

The thoughts from a body in two...