Shocked into submission
Frozen
Catapulted into a nightmare
Friend given a death sentence
Emotional upheaval cuts deep
But I refuse to show it
Despite the knots in my stomach
Twisting with no relief
Something's dying
We're dying
And there's not a damn thing
We can do to stop it
Powerless.

Lie low inside introverted
Nothing at reach to divert the pain
No news is good news
Right?
That's what I get for assuming
A charge of abandonment
Unlike yesterday
It's gonna stick
I'm sick from regret
But what do you expect
From a selfish prick?

Once I walked on water
What I haven't done lately
Is all you see now
What a sad fate
I dropped the ball
Not asking for forgiveness
There's no need to engage
In a war of words and expect
Different results
This isn't the first time
I fell out of your favor
Unlike the seasons
This separation will not pass
Some internal wounds never heal.

P-July 31, 2007/Bowling Green