My dry eyes; my aching head
My sore back; the blood that I've bled
My long nights with no sleep
The stress like sweat on my sick body; The purity of the pain endured when I speak
The constant throbbing — beating of my heart
Of which the world around me has had no small part
I take to my knees my arms shake; my legs shiver
Folks scoff, people laugh, others say 'cry me a river'
What do I do?
I just lay weak hoping a quick end will be delivered ~
YOU ARE READING
My Heart To Yours
Poetry~My heart burns on heavy with nothing and no one to call my own~ I had fun with these. That you probably knew, but also I hope you will too! With Love, David Yager
