The worst has already come, but not gone,
it lingers, like a foul stench in my nose
or a taste on my tongue
And I cannot shake its burden from my back
nor wipe its tears from my eyes.
So I call the wind to take the smell away
but it is cold
and the blood freezes in my veins
and the water that I drink freezes on my lips
and my fingers freeze to the glass that I sip
and the tears that I cry freeze on my skin
and I cannot move
or even begin
to realize the depths of trouble that I’m in.
And the sorrows that I hold erupt on my hands
and they peel me open
and leave me dry
And the light shines down,
but it is not my friend;
It is the cold blue gravity of the lights on the ceiling
of the grave that I’m in.
So I drop to the floor
and force a smile to my face:
I’ll steel my heart, and this I’ll embrace.
For it’s only when we conquer the hells of our hearts
that the life within
can make a new start.