Lost
within
There is a road some travel, where time is just a
concept, only remembered in dreams and fairytales of distant memories. The
shadows of hope are long since consumed by the soul shredders and heart hackers
as time is at a standstill. Where silence and solitude have become their new
lover and the closest thing to a loving touch, is the knife that penetrates
between the shoulders and kisses their heart. The tears that fall are more than
just echoes of pain but of suffering yet to be experienced. Muddy, mangled, and
malicious is this rotting, rough road of despair that engulfs any light you
search for. Many would think they have found Hell but realize the cold chill
that aches to their bones is vacant of the warmth that at least Hell would
offer. Good cannot scale the walls that have been built and Evil is not needed,
for the punishment that is dealt by one’s own mind is more sadistic than the
father of fire could inflict himself. Their bodies may still be alive but
inside they are corpses of ash waiting to collapse into the next gust that will
carry them away. So when you see a person that struggles to wear a smile for
you, while their eyes are screaming pools of pain, know that the actions you
take next could be their final vision of betrayal or their first experience of
hope.
Ronnie H. Lee 1/10/2015
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