agony

 
my pain is my pleasure I deserve her
aching sinking feeling
I caress the damaged part of me
the brokenness is shattered glass
piercing my honesty reflecting all of my emotions

they are motionless captured in a suspended state
sparks the imagination it is in love with my hurt
taking sadness and giving it a new life

sorrow weeps but is adorned with beauty
her tears are her crown
none of my tears are wasted

darkness shines its light on madness
she is in good company
children born of her hurt
they push and pull to be heard
patiently they all confess their blues

agony is quiet and he needs to talk the most
in mourning, he feels lost his anger flairs
and all other feelings hide in the sanctuary

I let him write his feelings out
a diary of pain

together we will work it out