The shape of things

Cast far from my heart
So close to my soul
Brings to life the duty
To bring evidence and truth
That some feelings become hole

To what reality shapes
Maintains close to me
Making my own reality
In order for me to see
A Struggle remains
As my heart remains cold

Lost soul becomes bliss
Desperately cry's for redemption
Can this be real?
When truth merely exists
Shaped to reveal
Some long lost conception.

A constant stream
A thought to perish
A binding scream
to a quiet life

Close and far together
towards whatever comes
A fight to the week
appears as goes on

A forward passing is close
no lower than expected
Are higher hopes to be?
as the right turn is rejected.