Chop

Chop

I hear the sound

of the wood

splitting beneath your force

Your way of dealing

to shut off the feeling

and I too do not want to feel

I want to drown

But all I ever do is love and care

and all it does is disappoint

So here I am

with the smell of memories

and the fear of failing

again and again

Yet this chasm of desire

for more and more and more

wondering why

Angry at my Father, my Maker, the Creator

of all good things

because I don’t understand His timing

and I want to know the plan

Where do I go from here?

I too, want to shut down