today's the day.
the day they said
that the pain would go away.
where the grey skies turn blue,
and the flowers finally bloom.
a fresh beginning,
a chance to start anew.
do i tell them that it's still here?
that happiness eludes me,
and my conscience will never be clear.
the river of peace,
suddenly running dry when i am near.
in the end it's my fault.
for believing that pleasure―
a cruel delight,
could ever come into my life.
so instead i mourn,
for the endless possibilities.
the 'what ifs' and 'could be's'
and wait once more for the day,
where the pain will go away.
YOU ARE READING
𝐓𝐈𝐏 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄, poetry
Poetryeverything I want to say is at the tip of my tongue... original poetry cover by ( @voidslunatic )
