Tangled Mess

Running idly in the throes of sorrow and wanting to expire, no longer wanting to live here anymore. Life as left nothing to hold onto, drifting into the refuge of death's left over garbage heaps on earth. Wanting to swim into depths of oceans, drowning in it's beauty so as not to see the deathly iciness surrounding in abounding emotions. Dying inside, knowing there is now nothing left to see my love being reflected within me. Loss is so devastating, I can no longer function in this world, but must find paths through deep forests, losing myself within and leaving no pathway for anyone to follow me again. Staying alone and far from others in life, abandoning even family in this grief, not wanting to ever feel the loss of a loved one again as long as I live and breathe on this side of living. Looking up for some reason, hearing the whispers of an angel, holding out promises of a better tomorrow and showing the way through the tangled mess of grief.