Helpless

 

When you catch a glimpse of hopeless…

you become restless with the fear that you may have lived your last vertical day…

it makes you

wish that you had loved better

lived better, sought more out of the people you loved, brought more to the people you trusted

your lover

and tried harder to build upon an appreciative life. 

Yes, tragedy can strike, and because it can, it does

hell unleashes

loudly in your ears, disorder and sadness blot out your embrace of reality

When this happened to me

I fell through seven windows of hell

in an evening

and the woman I love watched

staring into a demon’s black motionless eyes through the rain

and even though it came…

it still hasn’t had to explain itself

a life ripped from its roots

can always try to grow back straighter anyway

 

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