Lost Soul

don't lack inspiration
Just finding at times the correct words to convey to the image of my soul
fragmented steadfast images,
Exploding my mind
Yanking my thoughts, feeling like burns those left upon my hands from ropes of tug and war

The illusion to create snapped photographs that reflect my existence
A fraction of a second given
Slowly unmasking me
Barely noticing me
Escaping the vision of me

Vengeance exploding inside
Riping away precious memories
Despair of losing you turning
My world
My time
My space
Into an empty deception of unworthiness...

A fabrication of self validation
struggling at emotions never knew existed
Lost and confused
Questioning my souls intent...