Everything hurts,
The pain just persits
continuing on and on;
Like a broken ferris weel
spining in strong wind.
I don't need an end;
Ends come to quickly
and leave no time to heal.
I need a change;
Slow and steady
to get back on my feet.
Let the wounds heal over
and the pain subside.
As time goes on
For though things get forgotten
Nothing is truly lost.
YOU ARE READING
Poem Accounts
PoesiaJust a few poems I've written over the years; some are probably better than others, but I'd rather not publish all of them separately. (Stock for cover from: http://ineedfire.deviantart.com/ and http://wyldraven.deviantart.com/)
