The Anatomy of My Thoughts = Rowan-ism

Here I sit consumed in gray, It seems the haze won't drift away.   To you I dare not to say, In grief and sorrow I will pay.   I must learn this arduous lesson, May you hearken my confession My heart's burden it will lessen Should you pardon my transgression Till I find what it is I seek, 'Tis with you I wish to speak   To tell you, I'm sorry,  I was weak.

His soul was so achingly brave in its readiness to love. In his choice to see the beautiful soul in a world enveloped in malignance. To subject his entirety to potential devastation is an act not many can attest to. Some believe that to love is to be happy, Yet where is the joy in allowing one's life to spin into turmoil? Love is selfless, Like an plague, it seeps into his normal, infecting every crevice of his life. Like an addict he derives a decadence unlike no other,  from devoting his existence to another  Love is selfish

I mustn't hate, I cannot cry I mustn't fear, And so must lie To myself and to them To protect their simple, perfect realm To keep the awful tears at bay And banish evils all away Those I love I must protect Hence some things I must neglect My duties are not my only will So part of me I must kill For them

I’d smile, but doing so would be lying. Truthfully, I feel like crying. Around me an invisibility curtain, Holding and hiding my secret burdens. Tears will refuse to ebb, I’ ve spent my days tangled in this web. Stuck in this awful daily grind, Its making me lose my mind. Despite my life being spic and span, I’m sick of doing less than what I can. Everything is so routine, A structured life can be sickeningly lean. I’m in need of something more, This rich life is strangely poor. I’m so confused. Myself I have lost, I’m living my life at what cost? Those whom I hold so dear, Became strangers and disappeared. In this world I feel alone, With no real place to call my home. To someone else I would morph, So that by you, I will not feel dwarfed. If need be I’d rebel, Convention I will repel. Struggles first must be seen, For this journey to have been Transforming And forming For me to see A...