Maybe you’ll know…

Maybe you won’t…

Unfathomable thoughts I’m trying to convey

When today looks back to yesterday

What do you think it will say?

Too many times

A single second is taken for granted

For the pleasure of the coming hour

Or the remorse of the minute that has gone by

But that is only as fleeting as the hope

That quietly grows deep down inside you

Happy days are intoxicating

To the point of numbing the soul

But tragic moments can do so much more

With its suavity and unrecognizable assaults

The damage done can’t be seen

Until you’re bleeding copiously within

Like a convoluted leaf

That breaks because of rigidity

So does one who falls apart

On too much pressure

Compelled to drift away from sanity

To spare the heart from any more agony

A perfect alternative

From any desperate suicidal tendencies