My soul has collapsed.
My heart and mind have no care.
Times of pain feel like small eternities,
stifling the air.
My soul, laying at the rock bottom,
entangled, strangled by the minutes, hours and days
that lapse.

My heart numbly persists to pump blood
rich with pain.
My mind teeters closer to the cliffs edge
of being sane.
I dream the sky opens with a slashing rain.

At my souls disaster scene,
people whisper of the minutia and mundane.
Fellow humans promise to help,
as they pray with might you never ask,
that you never step out of your lane.
Few in life take a stand,
step outside of their box of plans.

Born for the deep, it's easier to seek the shallow.
Lack of wonder for what's beneath.
They just  step over the carcass's of souls
scattered amongst despairs ever growing heap.
Written by deliabear (Debbie)
Author's Note
The feeling of false friends in my very dark time of need. The rhyme is off. It may not make sense. But that's how I feel.
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