Being human makes us weak,
Call it a flaw maybe,
Or just our way of being,
But it still remains as it is…
We are weakened by being human.
Love ain’t weak…
Nor is it made for the strong,
Neither is it reserved for the broken,
Love is for us all…
Even when it changes us.
You are my strength…
You are my weakness,
When I hold you near,
When I feel you closer,
When you own my soul.
Scary scars I carry…
Bleeding wounds I have,
A drilled worm hole within,
Filled with empty promises,
Made of memories afterburns.
Pain lives on through my soul,
My soul withers to shreds of dust,
My heart breaks to pieces that can’t live on,
And time forgets it’s healing at the sight of my wounds.
This bloody heart remembers,
My weak body fears to take another step,
As it’s swollen with blurred visions,
Littered with dreams of yesterday!
My tomorrow reeks of yesterday,
Flowered and scarred in regrets I carry,
Charred lips coloured in shades of lies…
Too broken to speak of yesterday!
This day I wallow in the pit of my mind,
In words lost in the demons of my past,
Scared shit of the stench of who I was…
Afraid of the being I will finally morph into.
At your feet I now lay,
Bruised but brave,
Damaged but fixable,
Lost but willing to be found.
Lay your hand on my heart,
Let your eyes gaze at my soul,
Let not your vision be blurred on me,
See me for who I am.
Love makes us weak and strong,
Both of them in equal measure,
Enough of me wandering like a zombie…
Feed me with your blood-renew me.
I’m a flawed human,
I’m among the lost souls in limbo,
I need to cross to the light somewhere ahead…
Guide me forth-be my bridge to the light.
@ Abu White