How Some Recover From Falling.

Life can be a hard trip when everything one has worked for has been tooken away in one moment of living without effect.
Long ago everything was pulled from my grip so that an example could be made as to the length they would go to make
their point known. Of all the unspeakable act I've done in this life that I would have gladly taken a knee for the pushiment. Instead I fall from an act not done by my hand. Falling. Downward spiral. Long way down. Never ending. Falling turns into a way of life until the day I found myself wasting away and dieing in a ditch. The will to live far from sight now that time is not taken from the clock to watch for it. I hear the wind take a breath as I open my eyes for a last look only to find myself in an upward stance. Why? How much more must I suffer until the Reaper takes me to sleep the painless sleep of peace.

What must i do?

Locking emotions away behind one of the hundreds of doors in my mind, I stumble forward away form the ones that have grather around. As the steps inches away from the spot where I once was, a flaw was made. Seeing the faces of many from a past hidden away from sight comes flowing and hits with the force of pain. Ripping what is left apart I try to hold it in. Pushing and fighting it back. Weaker I become from it killing me from within. What to do? Where do I go? Who to turn to? I fall at the Devil's feet And plead to him to take what is left of my soul far away and offer my life as payment to do so. Leaning down he speaks with the voice of wind from a hailstorm. " The worlds of hell i can take you to are only a piece of the hell that you live with inside." Walking away a cloud forms of being lost, alone, in pain, and an unwanted force to live. Scars covered, face of sadness hidden by a mask of norm, moving onward back into the life of suffering that await ahead. Living until a day of peace comes to please the body and heal the soul.