Poetry - The Escape Route

Standing under the rain, Hidden tears under the flow, Closed eyes feeling the pain, Killing me inside very slow Broken mirrors, bleeding hand, Waves destroying castles of sand, Pierced heart, missing heartbeat, Totally destroyed by the cheat, Never deserved such a dirty soul, Would rather fly with a broken wing, Than walk along with this big hole, Pierced through by just a fling All doors behind us shut, Moving ahead with the cut, The path once closed will never open again, As I continue walking under the rain

Walking down the loveless path, Looking back at the broken walls, Of trust his heart once hath, While tears down his cheek falls Not new to what these emotions offer, Yet refutes to accept the sunken pain, Locked within his heart's coffer, Leaving behind a painful stain Moving ahead with heavy shoulders, This weight he can't offload, Looks around to find no holders, Carrying it ahead along the road The end seems to be too far, The path not yet fully explored, All that's left, a painful scar, Left behind by the love sword The endless journey far away, From the point where he first bled, The walk within the shades of gray, The love scar has him living dead