DEEP WATERS: SHALLOW SOULS

Dear April,                                        
I'm about to give you my heart                                        
Squeeze it dry - tear it in half                                        
Let me see the broken shards                                        
Just embrace my frail heart                                        
Never to be put back together again                                        
                                       
Hold my hand
I'll be here with you forever                                        
I am filled with trepidation: Make it fade and I throw away everything                                    
Everything that binds me to this world                                        
The key is just out of reach                                        
Life is out of reach                                        
                                       
My dreams no longer matter; no turning back                                        
Dear April - I am yours                                      
                                     
Hear him sing:    
"You're forced to conform to nothing but lies, beginning to end    
Don't try to fight the feelings I incite    
I'm poisoning you, so subtly"    
   
"I am all that you hate, all that you yearn for"  
   
And the words spin in my head:                                        
“You fear me, but I cannot discern what the greater fear is:                                        
Losing me forever, or loving me without pause”                                        
                                       
But as the sun disappears; a spark of light is found in the dark                      
The night sky speak life into my lungs                                        
I cry, I scream - yet the silence seems to swallow it all                                    
                           
The pain I've buried deep down in the core of my being is waking up again                                        
I can't reach the key                                                
                                     
The tree's whispers are torture - they jeer at me                                        
Their hissing is just a reminder of my indiscretions                        
                     
Hold my hand; I'll be here with you forever                        
The key is just out of reach                                        
Life is out of reach                                      
                                       
--                                        
This poem is about Richard Sumner, a man who died after handcuffing himself to a tree after throwing away the key. He changed his mind later.. but the key was out of reach.                                        
What do you think of this? Again - I am from Sweden, but I try my best! Thank you SO much for reading, please feel free to leave a comment and/or a like! God bless