Spill Forth

This urgency to spill forth ink
is almost embarrassing.
Without burning bridges
I want to be moved.
With blue tinted vision
I'll accept this freedom
as the closest thing to closure I'll get.
If you want me to.

Concerning the way it was,
the landscape of human love
is a terrain of violent gray.
Yet a song of faith springs forth
with life off the lips
of someone searching for the last goodbye.

I am nothing but the sum
of one life lived
questing after the banner of a lost cause.
One honest confession
can own my very substance,
Breaking my heart for the better.