Fury in my Sweet-Heart

Deep down a lover resides– a shoulder
to lean on in the hardest of times.

A sweet man, he wants to help but

inside he tries to hold something back.
It builds, builds, builds…

Heavy, hard brick walls built upon a branch.

Each breath he takes the wind beats harder,
skeletal branch becomes weaker.

Once more he snaps–black–
left with regrets,
while walls continue to build.