Torn between survival and thought
A man will walk alone
Throughout the days the mirror speaks
Facing timeless hidden knowns

Haunting madness tries to creep
From past the heart was brought
Into now a twisted mess
A thoughtless way is for naught

Up in the head where it may be
For when it comes around
The hands soon purge releasing out
The blood in word has been found

Wherever steps begin to land
The body soon will go
But in a thought the heart resides
Walking without what I know

In alone and that only
solitude makes room
for the heart to remove itself
from it's youthful womb
...my first thoughts..such deep introspect you have shared.
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Very nice!!

Ah, the creative one speaks. Nice to see you

Its in those moments of silence,,, We learn that we are truely not alone

Blessed be

great write and good to see you in our part of the woods

Wow....I dont have any other words...but wow

Thank you all for your kindness...

It's painful to watch the head wrestle the heart, in another...

It's torturous to not be able to offer sanctuary from that pain.


The journey from the head to the heart, may be the longest one,
however, it is always the most rewarding.