Sent Realing Poem by Justin Phillips

Something
is tearing me apart,
shredding my heart,
and my insides
stretch and strain
with a sour-poison pain
while I wonder
if I'll ever see straight
again.

I hear words
unbidden,
sentiments hidden,
and I cannot discern
their truth,
struggling to stay afloat
in this seething moat
which surrounds
a castle I no longer
recognize
with these eyes.

The feelings grow stronger,
and the darkness lingers longer...

Something
is dying, deep,
while other parts sleep
in a purposeful coma
I've induced out of fear,
and I shed a tear
for what's being lost
each hour, each day,
each sunrise and -setting
as I'm no closer to getting
that which my soul needs:
my mind tries and succeeds
in its attempt
to outsmart
my aching, squinting heart.