In my chest lies a chasm.
A volatile vacuum with no room, my cardiac tomb.
Rigor mortis has distorted and contorted what was once there.
Shifting times cause whipping winds, and a huge tear.
Can I bear it? Am I strong enough to wear it
on my sleeve and write these verses down to share it?
Of course. I’m carefully daring, hopefully despairing,
I love to LOATHE.
This whole wreck is simply complex, vexing the brightest minds.
Before I wind up spilling sentences I might regret, getting carried away
with the wedding, loss and triumph are getting married today.
With the dawn of a new era, this marathon will take the last of my air out,
running with the clock.
Frivolously fighting anything that wants to go,
Never gets old or boring, elation with every blow.
Guess who it is?! The heavyweight champ!
I’m re-vamped, I’m so amped,
with an energy you can’t hope to damper.