Pain is but a moment agony is always fleeting but torment last a lifetime deeply woven into someone's very fiber. Feelings of abyss type darkness circulate as swarms of hornets circle those emotions , which cement the deeper feelings that call this fourth. No man immune No women are let free from this but the table is not set by them .But by they who see you in pain and instead of the hand they offer puffer fish coated dagger. With serrations of the mouth this fragile delicate house we use to move in now is wronged with heavyweights of condemnation. The pains of the silent grow like howlings of a thousand wolves who all lost there mother no peace no rest.The moon a reminder of the absence of what was but no longer is stars now brief notes for times catalog.To some this will be jumbled words with no expression to others it will be deeper than a thousand fathoms because perception is of the mind not the heart. The Torment The torment who can see pass the veil that covers the hurt that makes the smile appear than disappear in the same room with the same people masks of covering. Careful never to show the hurt and ugliness of the torment who would care even better what ears would listen. For what is the statement everyone has problems deal,so like Tylenol a blank prescription is given with no looking at the deeper cause or meaning. Dark thoughts to who and at what cost because speaking your mind comes at a cost, but now time shows no remorse.Harsh as Antarctic winters with no covers jackets coats or warmers. What is it you ask the frostbite of the Life leaving most extremely bitter and dark from the expectations they have yet to experience. So then what happens to frustration what happens to the hopes and dreams of one. They go rotten and get eaten by the other dream killers of the day and after the hundredth day What can the broken soul say but Father if it be thy will...But even then A dark room with Darker thoughts is all that's left as one reflects. Words of the Heart From ?&! 2017 part 1
