Tear-stained pages, drying icy breeze
Heart's broken pieces in a metered verse
A goodbye letter, pain a lifetime deep
In panic, you run for them, ended?
In guilt, you cry for them lost
Alas, theirs is no such fate
Finally found their freeing light
What you've read is naught but an end
To mired suffering and a self-kept prison
It is not denial, nor obsession, nor pill.
But a simple need to breathe clean warm air
Letting in the now without echo of screams
You find them smiling, with a soul aglow
You find them free from soul-biting snow
They are fully that someone hinted before
Given up hate, they are dying no more
YOU ARE READING
Pickled Smiles and Other Poems
PoetryDelve into a wonderful compilation of poems, ranging from the serious to the whimsical.
