confused

Confused

The cold air blows wind  linebackers blitsing me like a quarterback with a horrible defence,

In a wave pattern leaves, as they lift and blow.

The wet liquid soaks through my leather souled shoes

Leaving my toes blue, the blood failing in the attempt to circulate the little appendages at the end of my feet.

My soul, torn.

Between perfection and reality,

A man at the edge of a cliff clutching with one hand to hope with cracking fingnails trying to keep him from falling, the other hand holding on to his heavy heart, which the weight of it only increasing as the time passes

I’m not sure what to do now?

What would you do?

I tried buring my heart, but the frozen soil was not strong enough to contain it.

I tried ignoring my heart, but it’s cries bring me back to its sick bedside, no matter how hard I try to stay away.

I tried… and failed

And now look at where I find myself,

Stuck between the walls of reality starring at the floor of oblivion with hope shinning brightly just out of my reach as to force me to fight on.

My life like a electrocardiograph, at the bed side of a patient

Up and down up and down up and down

Which I suppose leaves me grateful, because when it flat lines it means I’m dead