and in their place, an empty palace

I never thought letting go would feel like this.

Embarrassed that everyone would see me fail. I promised I would be strong. I couldn’t hold on any more. It hurt too much to say again all the things I said before. Would it be worth it if this time when I faked it I tried even harder to believe? Maybe I’ll see how simple it is and betray my soul, so I can rest inside something hollow and forget lying was not supposed to be an option. 

Speaking the words from hidden crevices, despite vastness aimed to glean away meaning. Unlike a broken clock, my words syncopate to there precarious tone. With a force unaware, siphoning the death from the poison. Purpose flows chaotically from a devoid mist. Purpose, to open anew, the ossuary of my resolve. 
Gleam with life too brittle to share. Like an old paupers box, keeping all too well, the tattered treasures inside, I am the one to tell. My soul alone testing the limits of my broken respite. Melted long away, to form anew. My intentions have no realignment to do. Thoughts without purpose, dignity in stand, my hope is crumpled torn outreaching. Ripped from the shallows alas I am breaching. Guttering gaping gasps I am shaking. One two flicker alight my burnt eyes, awareness, overtaking. Tearing at the air, my lungs greedily soar. Awaken awaken, these bones all that was shaken. Closed hand, unrelenting, forsaken. A shell my safest hollow. Away from what was real, to stand again, resolve, to heal. Alight, my struggle, beginning again. Take care my one and only, I am your friend.