• Surrendering; I have Found The Door

    A war within one places the blame for the fire it is spreading upon another not yet burned
    As this petty misplacing of words lash upon a back where wounds were not earned
    Surrendering once more to pour water upon charred flesh to drown out the flame
    And a weakened voice speaks, strained from repeating "this is not a game"

    Selfish accusations mold over a soul undeserving, as these words cripple
    Trying to keep the rough waters of the past calm while thoughts begin to ripple
    Maybe it is time to turn and walk away; the door is not far these days
    Grieving the hole within a heart as sorrows sad song ends and replays

    A battle within one places the blame for the destruction it has caused upon another not yet torn
    As this petty misplacing of actions plow through a mind where guilt was not born
    Surrendering once more to rebuild walls upon an empty barren town
    As a weakened smile struggles against muscles engraved within a frown

    Selfish accusations mold over a soul undeserving, as these words begin to break bone
    Trying to keep the rough waters of the past calm while not feeling the abyss of the alone
    Maybe it is time to turn and walk away; the door is not far these days
    Ripping apart the hole within a heart as sorrows sad song ends and replays

    Christina
    071608