at the heart of average
in the middle of the fire
where i burnt away
painted a faint ash
in my lovely shade of grey
in the middle of the place
where i neither visit or live
in a state of uncomfort
and i've nothing left to give
in the middle of this ledge
where i could jump or fall
everything has meaning
but means nothing to me at all
in the middle of this sequence
where i forgot to write
trapped within a battle
that i don't want to fight
in between this middle
neither below or above
this game of hide and seek
where i've lost how to love
posted by *kmt* @ 1:55 AM
1 Comments:
loss of thought is not loss of forgetting. and the meaning of the heart may be the love of remembering, who you have always been. who you always should be. strong, solid, exceptionally more than the average can be. the fight in the heart is the one suffered alone. the fight of your life is always fought with the mettle of within.
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