“Look into their eyes
Elation, tenderness, love.
The feeling grows inside, but the outlet is broken
The feeling grows inside, but the outlet is broken
unable to dissipate it fills the brain.
Caustic it goes and with it your body,
Can’t think, can’t eat, can’t work, can’t play,
The blockage is still there, but the heart can’t wait.
Out of phase, out of sync, bad timing, missed cues.
Love turns to ache as no connection to the other can it make [Error 404 Access Denied]
and with the words finally uttered, his heart torn apart,
but his brain can now work, no longer locked on an immutable target,
it was like a great weight was lifted.
The cogs in his brain moved, shifted,
and spun.
So much he had put off, so much to do.
But first rest,
carrying the burden was exhausting
it was like a great weight was lifted.
The cogs in his brain moved, shifted,
and spun.
So much he had put off, so much to do.
But first rest,
carrying the burden was exhausting
and left a cigarette burn on his heart.
Sleep my merry man, rest a slumber,
for tomorrow is a big day,
for tomorrow is a big day,
tomorrow you can breathe, live and love again.“
— Michael Kubler
