If you have any idea,
Any at all.
To when I'm going to be fully,
Okay.
It would be great,
If you told me.
I really need to know,
At this moment in time.
I get happy,
But soon that gets ruined.
Destroyed into pieces,
So it would be great.
If you told me when,
I'll be okay,
I can't take some of it.
I cant take it all,
Not today at least.
So please just tell me,
I'll be okay.
Even if,
You don't know the date.
YOU ARE READING
A Handful Of Darkness
PoetryDreams turn to nightmares, Nightmares turn to dreams. Wishes turn to fears, Or maybe that's what we believe. Tears turn to smiles, And the pain goes away. Maybe one day, You'll be okay.
