When I awaken everyday
I can hear my spirit say
That it is now afraid of the darkened past
Because somehow it remains and does last
The expanse of the pain is massive & vast
Sometimes feels like my heart has crumbled into an orbital mass
In dire need of circumstantial protection
Without hesitation, or linguistic circumvention.
Blessings I’m guessing
Only come to those who are progressing
And they’re only progressing because of the instant & continuous blessings
They have no understanding of rain, strain or non-preventional pain.
Because although I speak in an unconventional plane
My terms are logically used in a method not vain.
The truth is
That the very thing that worries me
Is that my thoughts are concerning me
Because they are traitorous as I have noticed discerningly
And they truly do worry me
Because some thoughts are quite disturbing, see!
And they’re consciously disturbing me
And as much as I try
There is no curbing me.
And I fear that my own emotional pain
Is gonna be that which buries me!
SkTzO