A chaotic chatter surfaces in an
Otherwise placid mind,
Arousing a twinge of an emotion
Not felt due to an expanding numbness.
Her eyes close in a twang of a heart-sinking pain,
Her tears welling under closed lids;
She blinks them away,
A foolish reaction to seemingly sweet things.
She goes to the glass pane of her storm dirtied window,
Praying to her goddess to let her be strong
And fend off the feelings that so try to consume her;
She knows they won't stay away for long.
Something so simple, so understandable,
Makes a battered heart flutter in a way
To which it had been immune,
Until the day it felt phantom excitement.
Leading to the thought of escape,
Escape from heartache, pain, numbness, anger,
Everything that tore apart desired dreams for herself,
Burning away the memories of a blood-soaked dagger.
The chaotic chatter of a timid heart's desire
Engulfs her mind in self-doubt, sadness, and the taste of mild heartache
Leaving her to lay in a bed of roses
That of which are black and dry.
