Living with my eyes closed.

It was a Tuesday afternoon

The sun was hidden, but not the moon

Shone bright through the grey sky

Made me wonder why it was necessary to die

Can’t help but think of love

It must be from heaven above

I’ve never known such a thing

To purify, comfort, and sting

Your love can hurt

It makes me questions its worth

As soon as I turn from your graces I cry

My heart aches a familiar ping.

Like a steaming hot bath, I let go of my fears, my guilt, my doubt.  Gave it all away for a love forgiving and pure.

Then I woke up. Was naked and cold. Water had drained. Steam now just meant dampness.

I woke up to a terrible reality, and everytime I close my eyes I can go back home.

Living with my eyes closed.


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