LOSS

SOMETIMES MY ANGER IS LIKE A SEA SERPENT SWIMMING UP FROM THE DEPTHS OF MY SOUL RARING IT'S HEAD AS IT REACHES THE SURFACE BUT I SUPPRESS IT AND IT TURNS COLD FORGIVENESS IS NOT SOMETHING THAT I EASILY WIELD IT IS NOT IN ME, NOR HAS IT EVER BEEN I HOLD MY BREATH SO AS NOT TO SCREAM IT OUT WHAT HAVE I DONE, WHAT WAS MY SIN I WISH FOR THINGS THAT ARE NOT IN MY REACH TRY TO STRETCH MY ARMS AND PULL THEM IN ONLY TO LOOSE MY BREATH AS A FISH ON THE BEACH BUT I'LL TRY AGAIN, IT IS MY DESTINY I CANNOT LET GO, MY HEART TRULY YEARNS FOR THE DAYS OF THE SPENDOR FOR THE DAYS OF HEARING THAT FAMILIAR SOUND NOW ONLY THE DEAFNESS IN MY SOUL CHURNS THAT LOVELY SOUND IS LOST FOREVER