My life is a mystery.........
I lay down each day staring at my dilapidated heart,
wishing that my past cold be reversed.
But can it be? No!
My heart is stained but I find it difficult to wash it off.
As the tongue and nose never meet,
so is my destination.
But then who steps in to help see through my eyes?
I keep wondering in austere that revolves around my life.
My heart is feeled with grief
Bitterness and truth have no say,
if confiding in one breaks you into pieces and independence becomes difficult....
where do I go?
the tears I cry sings out my sorrow.
while on deep thoughts
I think the impossible
I realize that not everything is gotten on a platter of gold.
A taste of sorrow I have been fed with,
the walls of my life have boundaries,
betrayal comes to stay,
brokenness covers the inner mind
pain steps in then grief,
then frustration becomes the order of the day.
When I look into the mirror,
I listen to the voice of my heart,
but I fail to answer because my mind goes blank,
and I lose focus,
very frustrating!
I am bewildered my thoughts are never open.
I try to steer through nature but it's rather broad.
I gather confidence but fear breaks in,
if I find a voice to shout my soul out.....
it'd be good
At the end of the day,
I write my tears a song.

© Juliet Tyover