​Untited

He touched his soul to free himself of sin

Extinguished his tear docks over spilled milk

He knew love, relished hate

He grew blind to all the remedies that made him happy

He was one with himself

Forged a bond with his inner most thoughts

Played with the thought of forever, lasting only minutes at a time

He loved deep for many years the pedestal was never high enough

Had his heart ripped from his chest and watched as it still beat in the of palm of said hand

Never knowing his own value

Doubt and self-judgment ensued

Second guessing every moral put in place

The lies we tell ourselves to be happy

Sickened to the core

A dead root

Only to pace the floor with that same question on his mind

Why…