Friday 30 August 2013

old news.

Before it was constant
Now it creeps up on me
Attacks when no-one's looking
No-one will believe me anymore
Even the tears have stopped caring
It's old news, dead and gone
But it's back this morning
Deep and wide and aching
Aching, so much
That throb of pain that
Condemns my thoughts 
To a few hours of straining, draining
Lying in cage of fear and guilt
So familiar, this heat in my heart, burning
As the cold seeps into my bones
It'll never leave, see
It knows me too well
It's burrowed away in my soul, for good
Keeping me in a state 
Of wary suspense, waiting
For the next time it will
Strike me, leave me, paralysed,
Crying out inside my head
Where no-one can hear me
And the One who can, just a little 
Too far away again 
To save me.

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