Smile and sigh,
Laugh and cry,
Let loose a single tear.
Every day you try,
Yet in sorrow you lie,
And cast away the preventing fear.
In your heart a constant hurt,
As your feet trail through the sodden dirt,
And track in a mess over the wooden floor.
Sleepily you sit on your bed,
Tired of the pain, tired of the dread,
As these thoughts shake you to your core.
A urge that wishes to be fed,
To let it slide, turn it red,
Let it run to the sodden wood floor...
I really just don't care anymore...
The marks I bare upon me,
A constant and relivable memory,
A reminder I shall always posses.
As I let these thoughts flow free,
I feel my self let loos the pain inside of me.
Letting out all the things I repress.
This is how I always will be,
Until my body is weakened and cannot stand anymore,
And finally I am pulled down to the sodden, red stained, wood floor.
Poet of the River
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-the-hours-tick-by-sad/
