The wind blows softly outside, while the tornado is set free within me
Spring has brought the warming sun, while my soul is within its frost .
Watch the white soft clouds above me, they are so soft, so gentle.
But when I close my eyes, The blackened sky is infuriated with thunder and lightning.
I walk along and hear the singing of birds, listen to the running of the stream.
Why are there rapids within me? Crashing, crushing.
I sit down and feel the fresh green grass with my hands and look at the newly budding leaves on the trees around me.
But everything within my heart is dead. Everything within my heart is gone.
Everything within me has died.
I will now walk upon this land as nothing more than a shell.
I will still laugh. I will still smile.
But I shall never love.
I will forever be the clown that I was born, I will always be me.
The things that are a part of me will come out from time to time.
But love is not a part of me. Emotion and feeling now have no place in me.
Just a happy go lucky chirpy guy, and I live for the minute. And I always will.
But I'm never falling in love again.
I'll walk along and cherish life and it's prizes.
But what's within me, will stay there.
The Coldness, The heartache, The bitterness.
That part of me will always be there. That part of me will always be hidden.
Till the day I die.
©Brian Holmes |