Deeply

Deeply

A heavy heart that binds

Drawing me towards a spiritual death

As I pierce my body the blood washes over

Cleansing the filth that the darkness collects

Through the looking glass I gaze

No vital reflection ensues

Thoughts tainting the outward view

Of whom I am so deeply

Tortured I lie stricken

This pestilence a truss to my existence

My wisdom anesthetized with discontent

My soul departed and weakened

From the life I long to lead

Not insane just afflicted

There is no poetic song depicted here

Or identified, it’s cruel intent subjectified

My breath flows in and out so freely

Yet I am not alive, I am numb

 Burdened with the sense of a world so cold

A place where in life, death also resides

I exist without resolve

Without purpose, so deeply blind to it all

Chastising the limits of my own mind

All the while keeping death so near

~SAK~ copyright 2011

             ~Tommy Edwards Photography 2012