Tears,
flowing like the rain.
Blood,
from wounds I sustain.
Time,
they say it will heal.
Pain,
it still feel s so real.
Red,
on my skin it's tinge.
Scars,
glancing I still cringe.
Regret,
coursing in my vein.
Sorrow,
too much to contain.
YOU ARE READING
my poems
PoetryEach of my poems are their own entity, shaded in different hues and personalities. They are empathetic with many universal themes.
