I Write As a Form of Therapy

Shackles of words made into vows
Intimate feelings liberated recklessly
Crushing tides on rocky shores
I searched for meaning in a world of oblivion
Suspended in a moment
My solitude laid to waste a hardened heart
And when all is said and done, I turned to a formidable foe.
Reason and treason, my mind and heart enaged in fierce rivalry
Engulfed in flames, withered and worn
It’s better to have loved and lost then to have not loved at all
I bought none of that
Rife with pain, rife with remorse
I long for the hand of time to undo this damage done.