Uncomposed

Push,pull, stretch and tear the inside. Somewhere between the lines, the beginning is lost from the end and I cannot comprehend these simple questions that lead me to some direction. Fated to never finish, agonized by the stalwart, stagnant phantoms of my past. Suffering in uncertainty has built a wounding prision around my heart. Rusted thorns of fabricated fears bleeds me dry in silence. In small moments on different soft faces I see the glimmer of escape within distant heartache. Even when the treasures of love is in my grasp, I remain alone in the sea of others. Maybe I haven't come across the single instance, tender action or woman who can destroy it with her grace. What do I know anyway, just a damn guy who thinks too much