An unexpected expression.

Runs across my face.

This is freedom.

Pain is lost.

To move on,

Will be my new.

A moment of anxiousness.

My middle chest.

Full of one sharp knife.

The comfort and ease,

Not at my disposal.

To suffer, this is my way.

He’ll be back.

His mind and heart I’ve had.

To end this hell.

His presence.

The abandoned cure.