Pushing through. No light shines.
Dying inside but no death will come.
Anger churns and spews its ugliness,
a once honest book now closed as eyes are opened,
revealing a truth.
Yet none can see. None will care. None will know.
No fault lies beneath the pain and certainty carries a sharp blade.
The season has passed and all will change.
The air whispers in cruel speech.
The heart hears as it shrinks away from truth
and slowly whithers away…