Tales Of Shattered Hope

The story of grief, broken dreams, and inner torment, where faith and hope feel more like curses than

Written with tears flowing from sorrow

Words pouring out from broken hearts

Movements slow and steady, agonizing like death

Each breath stinging

So penetrating like a knife

Each thought of faith a step closer to death

Each memory like name written on grave stones

Yet still walking around freely around me

 

The light illuminates

But only on others

And cast shadows on me

Silent sobs in it’s darkness

Screams that never broken silence

Eyes that never gave detail of the pain

But the hurt was written on it

Only few saw it

Mouth trembling at the weight of the pain

Growing and choking within

But never allowed to come out

 

Dead dreams took life as nightmares

Buried memories reached the light in my day dreams

The scared little me i closed up in a closet

Showed itself again in this destruction God caused

Hurt and pain resurfacing again

So I’d like to ask

Was his presence a blessing or a curse?

 

The moment he came

The graves opened

The dead rose

The hidden things lying at the sea bed, found their way to shore

The demons i sealed, broke loose

Now, I’m asked to forget the death surrounding me

The ones i tried keeping from hurting me again

The ones that glare at me, even as i write

And trust the one who brought the dead to life again

 

So I ask who’s crazy.

And which is stupid?

To follow he who brought all I tried to hid to light

For every soul to see

He that released my demons

Or i stay back and put everything back to order

 

I fight day and night to return everything back to order

And he fights everyday to scatter my effort

I get ripped apart everyday

I try picking up the pieces but he throws them out of my hands

SO what do you think i should do?

Hate? Trust or Hate?

 

I’ve faced it so many times

Then, now and soon

I’ve become so used to it

I can’t feel no more

I can’t feel pain

Hurt, Love or joy

Now i’m numb to everything

Tell me if I should love him, Or hate him even the more?