The Essence Within
The smell lingers here…
It is true it’s too cliche,
but it’s there, the smell of fear.
Everything lingers now
without why or even a how.
It just does.
Even though it sucks
The warmth lingers too,
afraid it might not come back,
so it grips hard,
afraid still more of any crack,
that would compromise it’s hold.
What lingers more though
is every heart beat.
Trying to impress more and more..
The pulse clings to the heart.
It’s holding so tight,
so fiercely, it’s fighting..
Like a rose petal,
that is about to break apart,
from the rose itself,
the essence of its existence.
Yet so lovely without any pretences,
with just mild resistance.
Finally Inspired! 