Battles untold put weight on the soul, becoming knots in the stomach where no nourishment grows.
Words turn rotten letting stubbornness take control, no longer are high spirits driving the vessel.
No care to be found until writing in hopes of loosening a sound, wishing to not take this 6ft underground.
The voices may be loud but the whisper is pretty clear, nothing should feel like it\'s drowning or sucking up the atmosphere.
Apologies lingering as every action is judged, neither side realising this was all cracking the foundations of love.