A mistake made once is innocence at best.
the pain that lingers takes so long to be less
One finds it hard to breathe when you realize
the whisked away happiness, and loss of paradise.
No one promised her ease in life
yet no one told of the daily strife
Live a life and be happy but never let on
To the pain and guilt you're always stuck upon
You wear your hope down with the toll it takes
Heartbreak and loss become familiar and aches
So what shall she clutch to in a world of darkness
the one thing she can touch: regret, the sting and sharpness
She is happy, you think, you won't see her cave
she won't give into the hurt, she will appear so brave
because, you see, a light though dim she is clutched to tight
a euphoric future? She screams of longing, for it just might.
YOU ARE READING
Poetic Pains
PoetryPoetry, the words of my feelings, my pains, my heart on the pages. "Poetry is thoughts that breathe and words that burn." -Thomas Gray
