Axiom

A bitter sense of bliss.
So easy to dismiss.
Cast away the remaining doubts and repeating all the faults in me.
Open eyes begin to strain upon recalling all the pain.
My thoughts begin to blur as it all becomes so absurd to me.
Reflecting on the past.
In times of haunting regrets.
I can barely begin to stand on my own two feet again.
The weight of worry brings me down to my knees.
With every passing thought comes to wavering of ease.
A fading reminder of all that's beautiful.
A fading reminder of all that's beautiful in you.