Pacing back and forth with my stomach in knots.
Livid but loving, angered and anxious every feeling just rots.
Every particle feels worse as they dig through my veins creating their clots.
My body moves differently; Mechanically like that of robots.
The motions are set on a loop and I'm trapped in repetitive steps.
Overexerting my heart and burning the innards I'm lost in the depths.
The root of the pain is ever so deep.
Roses have withered and died though I pray they're the ones that you keep.
I tried to hold on, I tried to keep climbing but the cliff was to steep.
Madly confused, a desire to blame and a desire to weep.
From second to second I forget what I am doing and forget how to think.
My eyes keep rolling, stopping, staring, then return to an emotionless blink.
Why is this day a day at all?
Weeks upon weeks I was vigorous, happy, ambitious and tall.
Weight catches up with a weakening power, a power to make you fall.
Tomorrow I'll rise with the sun overcoming this sickening brawl.
Faith is keeping me positive and keeping me strong.
If your having a day, a day like mine; I truthfully hope that these words will help you along.
Written By: Dayne M. Rohn
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PoetryAnother Phase of poetry by Dayne M. Rohn. I am ready to initiate a sequel to my first book. If you battle with life's hardships such as myself you will enjoy reading these verses. You will undoubtedly relate and hopefully they can help you overcome...
