A thing so primary
Yet I've been at a lose for it,
Every craving is greater than the last
Never ever sated even if I risked it all.
Worry changes to glee, glee changes to worry,
But yet the question is constant.
Way I, way me, why her
Once I believed in fate
Everything happens for a reason I accepted
But now as I live in this nightmare
My once firm belief is slipping away.
YOU ARE READING
we briefly live but in grief
Poetry21 days of my short poems. This poems are written from my heart as I fight my way through my chronic disease. It's lifetime and I don't even if it's curable or can be called curable. I've written when I felt emotions so deep that it was overwhelming...
