The Cure?

3.16.07

For so long I've wandered in a deep misery,

and enjoyed its dark embrace and bitter company.

It's almost as if I enjoy fucking things up.

You would think that I've had enough of this bad luck.

Still I sit in this chair, welcoming the emptiness to fill me,

with a thousand yard stare and seemingly nothing left to be.

It's funny the perception I give when in fact it's the opposite;

for there are many demons to burn and the skeletons in that closet.

Beyond the boundary,

there is a presence that alleviates all of this for me.

I welcome it in and I can begin to clearly see.

How much is ahead of me,

What it is I could be.

Knowing now how deeply

And bow to see so deliberately.

A tasted is injected

Into the infected

For all I am subjected

To the ways its reflected.

My troubles begin to cease

As the screams begin to please

And across comes the crease

Into which it is released.

I now have no concern

For how strong her love burns

And I must take a turn

To trust her and learn.

It is now an ease of knowing

How honesty can be flowing

Between us as we're showing

How to make it work and keep going.

And now I know she can

Help me become the man I am

I won't look back for an attack

As past fades to black

We'll reel in the slack

And we'll never have to look back