The Plague

 I think with all might and all of the strength of mine 

Wondering if anyone could find the solution to a plagued heart and the promises it has tried to keep-

All these promises it tries to not let go of or to hide it from the deepest trench, a void which cannot be filled.
These promises serve no purpose, but only aim for utter destruction.
Dull eyes and damp smile which that face wears
Has no idea about the plague the might heart has been affected by-
The kind of a plague which sheds the autumn leaves, the kind of a plague which not even the roses of the warm-blooded people can survive.
The kind of a plague which in the name of these promises kept and hidden, chills us all to the bone.
  
                                            -AJ
                                            
                                              

Inner Conflict

 

Your own shadow

Despises the very thought of holding

Onto you

For better or worse

Your heart will never say so

That it still beats for you

But your mind

Will side with you

And against you at the same time

It will confuse you so much so

That when

You take one step forward

But you’re pushed two steps behind.

                                                                -AJ