A Small Poets Journal

Sitting in the dark

I sit here in the dark
My thoughts running through my head
My hair sticking to my face
Held in place by tears and sweat
My body aches from the crying and the sitting still
I lost you
And now my heart hurts
I know I will be fine.
But until then
I hurt
As if my heart has been scooped out with a spork
As if my head was smashed against a brick wall
Why do I feel this way
Why did this happen
Why me
Why