29th Oct

Frustration.
Pounding, bashing, internally swelling.
Never being able to have you, yet being reminded that I once did.
Like a fire dancing in front of me, incapable of being touched.

To know everything had been undone.
To know all that brought sorrow would come back.
Were I capable of it, thou would see emotion.

Maybe you and him were meant for each other.
But I want to be there, too.
My faith is still there, though it is blind.
There is no salvation where i'm headed.

Losing the battle for power