The living
The lying
The aching
The crying
Of breathing
Of hurting
Of seeing
Of dying
So easy
It is
To say things
Like this
Yet so painful
It seems
It is
To survive them.
YOU ARE READING
The Lonely Hour
PuisiNot everything rhymes Not everything has to Of all that is bright And what hides in darkness The loving The hiding The living The Binding It hurts us not To follow a purpose To quell our minds dullness And to find our own fullness. Of sentences Of...
The surviving
The living
The lying
The aching
The crying
Of breathing
Of hurting
Of seeing
Of dying
So easy
It is
To say things
Like this
Yet so painful
It seems
It is
To survive them.
