Over the edge...

Is it not

What we desire most

Makes us..?

Is it not

What we want most
 Breaks us..?

Lost key....

Rummaging my attic

I found a lost key

That had just lain there static

Through all the years I was born to see

It looked ancient

And yet in the light shone

A brooding darkness that was patient

Through every tragedy it had borne

In pursuit of....

To know you can

Even before you began

To set sail o’er there

Without a doubt you did dare

Sitting in the harsh summer’s sun

All this would have been fun

If a smooth path you had chosen

Before the past within you had frozen

Death of a heartbeat

T’was mid summer’s noon

I lay thoughtless

Mind wandering into the depths

Of an empty lagoon

There I lay thinking

How deep have I sank?

Why does it hurt so deep even now?

Tears tear you to pieces somehow 

Or is this the price of being so frank?