Transgression - Textures

So much pressure around me

Become a shadow of whom I wish I’d be

Part of what remained inside, now feels lost

A vision entrapped in pain

A face without expression, relentless and remorseful

Blaming all but himself for falling in despair

I decided to turn my back

Try a different approach

Since everything that’s touched is bound to turn to dust

Recommend no further trial

Not a glimpse of should have been

Only the promised years to come

And with that my transgression will come to an end

So little movement within me

A shadow I’ve become

Fall out, now all is lost

It’s clear I’m incomplete

A face portraits depression, emotionless but thankful features that show:

When one loses, there is everything to gain

Free fall!

Failure above me circulates!

Dented pride encouraged and my broken spirit leads the way

Deterred comprehension

I tend to give up more and more each day