It’s rare that I release poetry, especially those that express some inner emotion. This is one of the few that I’ve written that seems fit for others to read.

I think into my past
Where every moment hurt
Where each emotion whispered
Fell coldly to the dirt
I felt my old heart ache
I felt pains pierce my chest
Sour feeling bleeding
From my punctured breast
I felt my hopeful moments
I remembered happy thoughts
But then they were forsaken
By cold and steady shots
I remembered my old smile
Littered with regret
Felt the muscles weaken
And fade back as I wept
For with each pleasant moment
Existed thrice the ‘mount of fear
The thought of being lonely
Dampened with a tear
And now I look at you
My heart opened wide
But shielded oh so carefully
By my thoughts inside
What times will you show me?
Will my feelings hurt?
Will I end up crawling
Back into that dirt?
Will those cold emotions
That I thought I’ve lost
Once again resurface?
Can I afford the cost?
Are you really good for me?
Or will you plant the seed
Of a slow but steady burden
That I will fail to read?
I hope you will be good for me
Should I let you inside
Because I’m unsure if I can survive
Another rollercoaster ride