I sit in the dark
seeing life pass me by.
Pain has left me an awful mark
as it never says goodbye.
I wonder when I’ll meet
the element of happiness.
I can’t even move my feet,
I’m overwhelmed by sadness.
Can I do this on my own?
Is someone willing to help me?
Or should I just run for home?
To which ever home will take me.
But I tire of all this running.
I’m losing my life and breath.
I’m tired of all this longing.
This pain is an awful threat.
It never forgets me,
punctual at its best.
It doesn’t let me be,
it never lets me rest.
Like a virus inside of me,
is this the poem I never wrote?
Will anyone come to cure me?
Or am I the only antidote?
