I\u2019m bleeding out on the parchment again<\/p>\n\n\n\n
With no one around to render aid<\/p>\n\n\n\n
None near enough to even witness the moment<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Those that could\u2019ve helped have long since walked away<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Left here in disaster wrought by my own hand<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tricked once more into believing<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That I\u2019d found something to share in<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The beauty and the structure<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Of the world I see surrounding<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But as ever, I moved too quickly<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So sure I\u2019d found the answer<\/p>\n\n\n\n
To questions I wasn\u2019t even sure of asking<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That I\u2019d spilled my very soul<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Without seeking truth in action<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The mess of my own making pooled upon my feet<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And the familiar weakness spreads<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As I give up too much of me<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And it falls upon my surroundings<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Yet again I find myself collapsing under pressure<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The emptiness inside leaves me weak and broken<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Another mess to clean and another soul to rebuild<\/p>\n<\/body>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"