When do the tears stop?
When does the heart refrain?
The flow of question never ebbs,
Then does the search for answers ever begin?
There is a different beauty to life,
Even when the heart is dull
As the senses feel nothing but are
Everything just stays still.
The color of the lenses lie altered
it is a different hue I see.
Still my lips do turn to smile
I still laugh at the irony.
I wish to let go
what my heart still holds dear.
My being lies smeared in wrath and pain
As I still strive to forgive.
I am so tired.
Emotions have turned to emptiness.
My strength does fail me
I can no longer hold on.
Or is it because I no longer wish?
