COLD
A sickening feeling,
Creeping over me
Pushing me far away
From healing. Keeping
Me wondering, what I'm
Slowly becoming.
Slowly I feel my heart,
Descending, as I began to
Lose all my feelings.
A feeling I can't, explain
I feel high at times as a crane.
Yearning to love with no restraints,
With a heart that's been tainted.
All along I feel so low, my mind
Taking a bow, why I asked myself,
Reaping what I never sowed.
Times when loving was Something
I did effortlessly and caring was
Never an option. Lost it all, I said to
Myself, realizations had me delving
Deep down, scavenging for answers,
To the questions of my Heart.
How did I grow so cold, to it all.
Becoming a stranger to myself.
Sitting and reminiscing the
Younger days, when the feelings
Was there and i was full of love.
A budding youngster, wishing to
Offer the world, what he had.
Wanting to give out so much love.
How did i grow so cold, to it all.
Becoming a stranger to myself.