I ought to smile when its time to cry,
Must wear a mask to set this pain aside,
A sign of comfort I beg and plead,
Your presence so near I deeply need.
As the waves start touching my skin,
It was not gentle like fire in rage.
And the sun shines bitterly at the sky,
It burns and wounds, leaving me alone to cry.
I stumbled without a hand to reach,
My body then touched the ground,
It was numb, unable to feel the pain,
But the heart was crying and was left again.
For what must I continue to hold on,
If I was always left mourning alone?
Must I still try holding your hand?
Or you just seem to resent my presence at all?
YOU ARE READING
A Piece in My Heart
Poetry"A heart that contains feelings that are left unsaid so it took a pen to cry it all out"
