So hard to find you
when you go deep....away
From those who care
Too deep
Buried.....dead to life
no flowers
were sent, no one knows
you are dead
Walking amongst us
Steeped in sorrow
So dark and deep, hollow
Hallowed not with in your self
Seeking comfort and confirmation
from the outside
yet.....
Never letting it enter
fully...it must squeeze through
forcing itself in...
Not unlike
the light entering in the spaces between
wooden slats
and shining in where the door slides
over the floor
Pushing, shoving its way in
Only wishing to illuminate your
face
That beautiful
face...
Accepting the adoration..... gifted
Hungrily you gulp it down
Then retch it up
undigested
Can't keep the respect and love
down
Spewing it into the face of the
one who gave
Running away again....faster this time
from yourself
A trail of disconnected souls
behind you
Givers now questioning
The action
Of self love
When it was so grounded within
them before
Self pity
Self loathing
Once again.... donning
the heavy hero's clothing
Purging the pretty that has been
bestowed
Dishonoring the one who
bestows it
Buried.....
alive
How long can you run
before no one comes
to the rescue
Lost to your self
you shall be
Hard to find...so deep...away
from life itself
buried alive
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