An old friend that I do not
miss, with a kiss of
death is all you wish.
Your shadow cascades
over my sunshine.
My tears give you strength,
while I only become weaker.
I slowly sink into despair
with a heart that is
aching for someone to care.
What day is it?
Where am I?
Alive once again,
living in pain.
Pain is my only friend.
Too young to die,
too tired to care.
Waiting for the hurt to leave,
tomorrow is another day.
Living day after day, with
a feeling of torture
everywhere, you would
have thought my world
turned black.
Funny enough, the sunshine comes back,
and I can function at least.
I have a fear of my mind and
my body fading back into black,
paralyzed.
Happiness, uncertainty,
mixed with the blues.
This is what I call chronic pain,
it's not a life I wanted to choose.
YOU ARE READING
Silk Rain
PoetrySilk Rain is another digital poetry book of mine containing fantasy-like events and stories with poems conveying multiple emotive qualities, with (some) better writing. I look forward to being able to share my words with others.
