The whisper
I’ve found faith pour down into the cracks inside my soul like a smouldering cement being poured down into a broken road to fill in the gaps. The gaps created by the heavy load on the road when it is unable to take it anymore,it cracks open and drifts apart….ripping apart so quickly you don’t even know when it happened but ever so slowly,making sure every shred of your flesh registers the pain in a way there is no room left for you to heal. It’s the drifting apart of your own soul that you can’t control. The howls that echo through your hollowness making your existence tremble beneath your struggles. It’s not easy to decide how to heal yourself when all you’ve got around you is the blood from your own wounds and the ecstasy stands still staring into your hopeless soul,close enough,you could touch it but far enough that you wouldn’t. I believe There’s a constant fight going on between your heart and your soul. None wins. They lose to you, a battle inside you! ............. -"For you”,both whisper.