Inside

Love is a violent whirlwind

Sweeping you up off the ground

Immersed within a beautiful cloud

Of color, of light and of sound

Love is a pleasant delirium

Soothing your aches and pains

It dries every tear, it unbreaks your bones

and resanguinates your veins

...Until the cloud spits you out

Onto the cold, wet earth

Disheveled, confused, dirty and bruised

An unceremonious rebirth

Plummeting back to the colorless world

From which you once made your ascent

The aches and pains begin to return

Amid debris of your life, you lament

Yearn to escape the cold, grey world

For return to the beautiful cloud

Having fallen from grace, you desperately chase

But re-entry was never allowed

Gone is the warmth on which you relied

Before long, the memories fade

There isn’t a way to get back inside

Her heart is an iron blockade

Nothing to do but pick up the pieces

From your life’s exploded remains

Was the cloud ever real? Or is there only Sheol

This pit where you languish in chains

Search through the wreckage, what will you find?

Is there enough left to rebuild?

Ears still ringing, like angels singing

But even they can be killed

There’s only enough for a man-shaped shell

Like a cinderblock, hollow yet strong

It could be a house, for a bird or a mouse

Or whatever small creature comes along

You’ll never be whole in the way that you were

But there’s still something you can provide

Only the empty have room in their heart

To welcome another inside