Struggle Under The Weight…

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Surrounded by love…
As he sits in his chair…

Feels their warmth of affection…
Yet there’s a chill in the air…

One only he can feel…
A guilt laced iced dart…

Piercing through his defences…
And straight into his heart…

Keeping him grounded…
Reminding of dark times…

That the mask that he wears…
Still hides his old crimes…

And he knows the veneer…
Is so fragile, so very thin…

It could shatter anytime…
And his demons will win…

Leave him pleading for mercy…
So open and exposed…

And afraid of their judgement…
For sins committed in shadows…

His secret dark double life…
The snake tattooed on his back…

A permanent inked reminder…
Of a time etched in black…

Where his actions and deeds…
Sit like a crown of thorns…

Wrapping his heart in chains…
Tainted by the devil’s horns…

Always clouding his vision…
Always feeling their presence…

He knows this is never ending…
It will be a life sentence…

And as he quietly sits there…
Feeling such a fucking fraud…

Locked in his mental prison…
His soul damned and flawed…

Watching their smiling faces…
Filled with love and with trust…

His guilt gains extra burden…
Under the weight, he is crushed…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Truth is a Beautiful Thing” By London Grammar

The Fall…

fallen

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The descent of the man…
Who fell from so very high…

Now lives the life of a stranger…
The direct result of his lies…

A shadow of his former self…
All he knew now lies in tatters…

Barely clinging onto his sanity…
He’s lost everything that matters…

Unable to go back and rectify…
Those damaging past mistakes…

Which cast a long dark shadow…
And make his flawed heart ache…

Reminding him on a daily basis…
Of the decisions that he made…

That when in need of self-control…
His moral compass began to fade…

When the thrill of that chase…
Became a high speed adventure…

In believing he was untouchable…
Higher and higher he did venture…

Lost in moments of sweet seduction…
A feeling of total invincibility…

Ignoring the guidance he was given…
Believing his deeds had invisibility…

Never giving a second thought…
To the consequences of his actions…

Just basking in the searing heat…
Of those late, late night distractions…

Where sinful demons led the way…
While lust danced with his mind…

He drank in every single second…
As his soul became consigned…

But as it all started to unravel…
As cracks quickly  began to appear…

He became backed into a corner…
With nowhere to hide or disappear…

As that sudden guilt realisation…
Overcame him much, much too late…

And everything else that followed…
Was a glass of Karma, mixed with Fate…

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Avalanche” Covered by Nick Cave