They say sorrow floats
So I put mine in boats
And float it away –
Couldn’t bear it to stay.
You can’t drown sorrow though
As the records all show
If you drink to forget
You’ll remember it yet.
When I float it away
It will come back one day
Often worse than before
Beating down my mind’s door.
So there’s no other way
Face your sorrows today
Deal with each one by one
’Til your sorrows have gone
I posted this about 4 months ago, but it is appropriate for this challenge, I think.
Even though I’m leaving (Luke Combs)
Each time I play this song,
as I play it now,
my eyes fill
my heart squeezes
for even though
the song is about
a dad and son
it is not my dad
still here by my side
but leaving me
a little more
and I can only hope that
when forever and as long as I live
have a month, a day and a year
carved in stone,
when I am alone in our home
when I can no longer see you
when my arms can no longer hold you
when I can no longer feel the warmth
next to me
I can only hope
I still feel you here.
King of Hartly
Here’s to the King,
Of a small town,
Cheers to the King,
Without a crown!
Bring the shotgun,
Bring the shells,
King of Hartly,
Down in hell!
Again, I find myself alone
Sitting quietly with my phone.
Multiple people are talking to me
But their faces I cannot see.
Their hearts I cannot guess,
Save by what they choose to express
In the words they decide to send.
Thus so easy it is to pretend...
And how did my life become this?
So full of words from people I miss,
But only on my phone.
And why am I always alone?
Red clouds fall over silver moonlight
Crystaline glass reflects the icy midnight
Standing on the balcony
Waiting for you to come to me
Intoxicate my innocence
Make me forget, more or less
Another breath, over again
Addiction formed, love drunk fan
Knowing me inside and out
Manipulate without a doubt
You know what I fantasize about
I didn't like the song at first
I couldn't relate, I didn't understand the lyrics
But now it plays in my head
Over and over like some kind of torture
Because don't you know?
True friends stab you in the front.
I’m no angel
I never said I was perfect,
I never said I was right,
I never wanted to hurt you,
But I hurt me with all my might.
I try to be the best I am,
But who's to say I follow through?
The best I am is just some sand,
Next to your castle of desert glue.
You want me to be amazing,
You want me to do it all,
But when you've dug me into a hole,
You expect me to do more than crawl.
I never wanted to hurt you,
You know I give damn,
And while I'm not a fucking android,
I'm certainly still a man.
I don't enjoy making mistakes,
I promise you it's true,
But when I do, I own it,
You can barely say the same about you.
So promise me that you'll consider,
This new information you've found,
And try you best not to step
On the eggshells all across the ground.
Leading an Unowned Life
No thoughts of own,
No dream to follow,
No will to rebel,
Just a hollow
For others to fill
With age-old order,
And make it spiral
In the loop forever.
A word of praise
Is the fuel of its,
And it must rip
Its passion to bits.
Maybe in the end,
It will realise:
It walked behind
And never explored.
‘It’ is someone who gave in to conformity.
Today we feel the crushing weight
of broken lives and buried pain
the thorns and lies we’ve held inside
and the emptiness we’ve tried to hide
We take our fill and medicate
and tell ourselves it’s all a game
till we’ve justified anything...
So burn the books and break the frame
gag our souls and hide away
dine on noise, regurgitate
kill silence lest we feel shame,
deep wounds, and hollowed, tender hurts
forget that life is more than mirth...
Until it wears itself away
and all we have is ourselves to face:
The barest beat of emaciated hearts
awaits another fall
we bear our emaciated souls
each upon the pall
and if you look into our eyes
With eyes cast down lest others see
the tales they tell and tears they bleed,
we tell our lie and say we’re fine
but our wounded heart lies left behind
We put our hope in empty things
in gilded masks and passing dreams
though under all the gold, fear reigns as king
So strike our breasts, wait and see
if our emaciated hearts take up the beat
Bear the pain, ignore the threat;
will our emaciated souls take their last breath?
Then look into our veiled eyes
peer behind the screen of lies:
we still long for what will satisfy.
Shall we reach into that which we fear
to find ourselves not in a mirror
but as we really truly are
the open sores and bleeding scars
the clawing marks which show our part
the anguished din inside our hearts
for grasping after shallow, pale pleasure
in the stead of joy beyond all measure
Is emaciation form for our flesh,
this emaciation our soul's true best?
Are our eyes to see eternal loss
no return for everlasting cost?
Or shall we step at last into the silence,
nor run from it in fear of violence
done upon our already broken hearts
silence having been tasked to carve
the suffering before we heal, price already paid,
for firstly every heart must break
for it to be remade.
Our union forbidden,
we lock eyes, desperate
in separate cages.
Our alliance, the hour forbid,
we stop time, adrift
in distant ages.
Our desire , who was it for?
we never knew, always
in divided phases.