disheartened
I lost zeal
For the world I lived in
The car I drove
The clothes I wore
For the way I heal
For the way I breathed it seemed
The fancy she once tickled
For the feeling she once gave
I lost zeal
The round about way I disregard my thoughts
The way I hold onto love lost
When I’ve given enough time
For the way it costs
Over and over
I lost zeal
I lose zeal as I write
How three quarters down I stop
To reach a threshold before my thoughts undone
Cause I lost that feel
I get when an idea jogs my brain to jot down
From whence it came
I lost real zeal for the things that don’t matter
Yet I mourn for the trivial
Misplacing the introspection
Of a reflection, I’ve lost zeal for
Bruised, torn or battered
Why do we heal?
Battle scars, with character dug deep
Reminded which every scrap of the knee
Numb scars so deeply rooted in who we are
We wear them in our walk and talk
But blind to our own eye
I lost zeal for my inability to rationalize my current situation
Turned the corner on reality
Didn’t like it so I changed my mindstate
I lost zeal, on what it feels to be real
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1 comment:
so i decided to just read this tonight....and i found myself reading more than i had intended. too late to make specific comments since i have so many, but i will say this: you seem to have matured in your writing to a level where your style matches the intensity of your content. perhaps it helps that i feel like i can fully relate to "august" ;) but i am proud of the way you expressed yourself and i think you should never get discouraged with whatever situation you're in. a lot can change in a short amount of time, and you obviously can create something wonderful out of such a "rut" ... believe in yourself ok. in every aspect. you deserve to have everything that will make you happy. never settle for less than that.
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