My shackles get weaker as the rooms empty
You are gone and the dust in your wake
Is the only means to see what path
I never want to take.
For rich or for poor
In sickness and health
I'm just amazed the bullet
Down the cold-steel bore
Only dry-fired.
Can I finally wash the taste of cobalt from my mouth?
The rooms are now empty
I'm through the door
Bracelets and chains, a broken circle
Shattered promises bound in metal stay on the floor
I step into the abyss
Smiling as I fall forward to the unknown
Not knowing or caring if something will catch me
I am free.
I imagine this is in relation to the divorce.
ReplyDeleteI suppose if I was not going to have any significant impact on your life, it is better than having been a negative one.
That said, I'm glad you are finally starting to feel free from that. I saw some bad effects from it.
ReplyDeleteI hope this new one gets what I had wanted and deserved, but didn't: A debris free "relationship" and not being made to feel insecure by the debris and the effects of the aftermath of your former marriage.
Moreover, I hope you find happiness regardless of whom it is with or if you end up with no one...
Heh. One more thing. It is interesting to see you try your hand in some form of poetry. Not bad at all. You should look into it some more. You have some potential as well as poetry being some means of a cathartic release/healing kind of art.
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