I, CE

I, CE

Sometimes to forget is the only saving grace,
A place of still calm,
That lays in my palms,
Slapping me awake again,
From a restless dream of an embrace,
So lost,
Fled for the mercy of another,
A scorn lover,
I shudder at the thought,
Repeating these long lonely nights,
Losing sight of the importance of all things,
One becomes the only,
Nothing left to hold me,
The struggle still unfolding,
Cold and broken again,
Unrepentant sins,
If only prayer could answer all,
And God would take my call,
I would be better,
Or reaping this failure,
Over and over,
Rolling up for cover,
Frozen without a lover.