Pain

Pain;

Pain too deep.

Hurts too much to sleep,

Hurts too much to eat.

All I can do is weep.

This mountain is much to steep.

Pain like a rusty sword, to steep.

Pain I can''t describe, I wish I couldn''t feel.

Dreams were alive, now they have been killed.

I have a bill,

From fate''s bookeepper

Driving pain inside me deeper,

I cry,

Sometimes, I feel like I''m going to die.

How can I stop these tears?

They have been falling for years.

Oh the pain,

Like boiling acid rain;

Like a murky river.

Of peace? Not even a sliver.

MeltedFlowers MeltedFlowers
31-35, F
Feb 28, 2010