Restoration and Rupture
My mind has gone numb
I've finally given into
The realization of my faults
A portentous cloak that's risen from
My past and I'm falling through
Another grievous waltz.
My body's eternally sore
As I struggle to rise from my bed
Or open my eyes and see the good
Of today as it's better than before
The day I couldn't lift my head
And just be where I have stood.
My woeful heart beats in my chest
The restoration of this disease has
Forced me to not feel a thing
Like I'm wearing a heavy vest
Though my body's made of glass
But everything comes as a sting.
My eyes have sunken in
And I can't seem to capture
How things used to be
Uncomfortable in my own skin
And my world's begun to rupture
Unable to be set free.