When a pain so inexplicable sears through your very soul
And pumps tears of molten lava through your eyes,
Who holds you?
When the world feels like it does not want you to breathe
And suffocates you with reason and theories that seem
To replace oxygen with cyanide fumes,
Who shields you?
Who is strong enough to endure your convulsing body
When thinking tortures your freedom to live in the now?
There is no life in your veins when you face the world alone.
There is no formula to make you feel better when your own
Heart attacks you from the inside like a parasitical Hydra
Trying to escape your cage of ribs only to be trampled by those you
Surround yourself with.
Who cries for you when your mouth is covered in blisters so that you cannot
Eat a morsel of wisdom from those who offer it so freely when you need it most?
Where do you hide your fragility when you face a day tough as nails alone?
Do you feel a lingering of achievement aromas when you sit in silence alone
On a cliff in this gigantic world that only notices you when you scream
Into the space of silent, shallow minds that wait for you to fall only to see you soar?
Who is the voice that calls you back to a warm bed when the icy storms of false promise
Try to obliterate your dreams so that you cannot figure out why you are in this world?
Who?
Frank Malaba™ © 2012
