In my mind there is a stream
It flows with my memories, feelings, and dreams
From there the stream falls down like a waterfall
Sliding down the crystal wall
And to that pond where everything holds
But be careful it's rather cold
You see the stream is made of blood and tears
From the blood I've bled, the stress, the fears
The pond fills up higher and more
As more painful thoughts are stored
Some day it'll overflow
Blood and tears rising up slow
But for now the salty red pond remains
As my life gets fulfilled with pain
The stream will keep running
Its sparkling red flowing ever so stunning
As my life goes on
The stream and pond will stay till I'm gone
YOU ARE READING
For Those Who Wounds Never Heal - emotional poetry
PoetryThis is for the people in this world that have gone through a lot. Please know you are not alone. These are also a more updated on called "For Those Who Wounds Never Heal - emotional poetry part 2". These are from more my earlier times of writing p...
