Pain.....
You wake up to pain,
You breathe in pain,
Its unbearable...its unpredictable.....
Hardly escaped.......
But then like the wind you run,
Wherever you go it goes,
Flows through your blood , Spirit and soul.....
Running away dear.....
Is no good.
No amount of tears ,
Can ease the hurt.
No amount of loathe ,
Can stop the wringing pain.
And then your spirit is crushed,
Because no matter how hard .....
You fight, You defend yourself....
You will always feel it deep down....
you just ain't good enough.
YOU ARE READING
Lost In Thoughts
Poetrythis is dedicated to all those to whom writing is like a natural impulse to them......first hand reflex to escape the excruciating life realities . cheers,.......
