From Johannesburg, South Africa. Have 2 little angels- they're my everything! As is the case with most people, writing poetry is my therapy- just getting all those extremes of emotion out of my system lets me feel like I can breathe again...like true happiness can be attained...like my world isn't such a terrible place after all! |
A tear rolled down her face
As she struggled to embrace...
When the world began it was just us two.
As life's seasons progressed...
In life we have to face truths, whether we want to...
These truths may bring joy or pain...
I don't want any more nothing.
I am so tired, so weary...
My body is infested with a plague of bedsores.
Pus oozes from every imaginable crevice...
I looked and at first did not see.
Then I looked again and again...
We may run and hide, but ultimately, we are bound by our destinies... |