Nothing ever felt weaker then losing my grip on reality.
The force of brutality,
Was a wise man's choice of words.
Walking the bridge of silence, was not unheard.
I take my last judgement, to help you in your walk of life.
Sorrowfully, this is your strife.
I have cared for you like i have cared for my own.
This broken heart is in pieces, the torn parts you have sewn.
I wish we weren't going back down this same road again.
Sometimes, hearts do not mend.
I saw you at your worst and i felt you at your best.
These judgemental words i say to you have weakened me, i confess.
Now you must go back to the beginning, and find your inner soul.
In some part of your life, you dug a deep dark hole.
Love was always there, didn't you know?
Now it's time to take back your life, and grow.
©terrylin53
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