Behind the same sorrows
My skin riddled with tears
Some old some recent
Getting deeper by the day
And I ask must my skin cry?
Looking at my stained hands
Feeling the clingy stickiness
Seeing from whence it weeps
Follow the line I made earlier
Does this make a difference?
My emotions locked away
I guess something had to give
And I ask is it better to die?
Out the window roiling clouds
A testament to how I am feeling
Thunder dances with lightening
As I dance with my own fate
The sky wants to shed its tears
To late I have already released mine
A dark ring is closing on my vision
The beat is slowing to nothing
And I say I made my blood cry
And I say yes it is better to die.
Author notes
bad day
dont care
Comments
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How very sad but there is so much beauty in the words you use to describe something so dark.
Take care
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A very dark poem. Sad and depressing. Well written. I love it. I've had one of those days. I'm here if you need a friend.
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I love you Uncle
Im sorry you have had a bad day sending you lots of love. Wishing you a better day tomorrow.
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