How wicked is the mind,
without a leash it gravitates and grazes
scarring the door to those memories
deftly locked and hidden
in the depths of darkness
that no eye can see.
Unnerving and brooding is the feeling,
crushing my heart
that beats rhythmically.
Wallowing in tears of sorrow
helplessly waiting for serendipity.
Like an epiphany
drawing inspiration
I flush out the toxicity,
happiness, peace of mind I desire
I set myself free.
Free from bondages of love
severing acerbic ties and
thoughts bound with time
that haunt and cause me grief.