I have a lot of sadness I harbor in my heart brought forth by the constant tickle in my throat of truthful doubt. Once where I saw opportunity, I see no such joy trickling through the cracks for me to drink from. No refreshing splurge of joy for my soul to consume and fuel itself on the brighter of times. In the dark, my eyes to seem to adjust when the darkness is cast upon me by a heavy shadow, the only vision I am offered is the quieter times when I have longed not to be alone. Is it fair that I suffer alone? Do I dare shed the little light I have left inside my soul only to trap another in my shadow and share the dry, painful drops of my thoughts? I dare not, for fairness is in my morals. My hand was dealt to me short, two cards. One failure, the other only stems to possibility, no success. All I see is the piercing, grin of two jokers. Are they basking in my demise or are their smiles genuine? Do they foresee something I do not? Do they see what I cannot see in myself? I fear I will never know, because I lay upon a ledge with only dark clouds beneath me, I cannot see through. I fear the plunge beneath me, but I cannot look up in search of the warmth of light with such weight upon my shoulders.
Posted on: Tue, 09 Dec 2014 13:25:23 +0000
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