Tightens my chest to bursting
No respite from its grip
Still that isn’t the worst thing
This plague of sadness grows
Losing sleep every night
Writhing in pain and panic
Anger swells at dawn’s light
An emptiness of meaning
Menial thoughts cloud my mind
Hard to breathe through the lump
Hard to blink and not cry
A blackened scourge
Fills my lungs
Where you once were
A dying sun
A lack of passion in living
Drawn all over my insides
Lost the lightness long ago
Waking up, torture is all I find
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